Gonna Try This Again (O2A)

[Jimmy Rivers]

As some car comercial ends, a shot of Jimmy Rivers in the ring appears. He's holding a mic, looking on as the fans give him a sour reaction. Rivers doesn't look exactly "happy", it had been a bad week for him, as could be seen from the bandage covering the abrasion on his forehead.

Now, all you can boo, and throw your three day old stale popcorn all you want. But to be honest... I don't give a shit what yall think... Ya see, you all come in here, and boo me all you want, but when you leave the arena, you get in your crappy little decade old cars, or mini vans... When I leave, I get picked up by a stretch limo, filled with my favourite beer, wings, and haha... something none of you have, some hot tamalies... and I aint talkin bout no vegetables...

Jimmy chuckles at his comments, the fans have the opposite reaction...

Now, yes, I did lose last week...but just incase you all haven't realized, Tank was using an illegal maneuver, known as an closed fist... Yes that is correct, Tank was cheating his way to victory... But that was last week, this week I will show you all why I am APW's next superstar. See I have been brought up to become a champion, and tonight I will show Joe Bruiser, and APW management why I will be going for gold very...very soon......So tonight, I need an opponent. Which means anyone in the back who needs a match, well your prayers have been cruely answered....

[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 the APW Messiah as he slowly steps out from behind the backstage curtain. No need for the balloon tent this time. He was finding himself a match instead of being on the other end and having another re-run of a re-run- of a re-run of an open challenge. It was time for him to answer the prayers of a challenger looking for a match. He came ready and prepared too. The black, white, and blue camoflauge covered his frame as he stepped onto the stage. Smirk crossing his lips as the fans erupted at the sight of the one and only... Jay Crack. A small laugh escaped him as he saw the sad, pathetic excuse for a challenge that stood in the ring. He didn't even bother to walk to the ring. He stopped out on the stage and waved for a hand across his neck. Signaling for the backstage to cut his music off so that he could address the man in the ring. It didn't take them long to do so. Once the music was off, Jay reached around behind his back. Plucking the microphone that stuck out of his back pocket out and brought it around to the front. Cheers were still flooding the arena. The fans awaited for their Messiah to talk. He began to wave with his free hand for the fans to calm themselves. Which they would do what he said, the cheers slowly died down. Nodding his head, his eyes turned to look at the man in the ring. The microphone beginning to lift up, he began to speak...

"Wow. Just simply.. wow... I think you made a wrong turn at Brokeback Boulevard, cowboy. You're standing in my ring and you had the nerve to trash these wonderful fans with your garbage that you call a high horse. It's really quite sickening to see what comes out of The Lone Star State these days. I mean, seriously... "

Jay waved his hand up and down as he looked at him.

"You honestly think that you're something special? You honestly believe that you have something special to offer? I'm sorry Mr... Whatever you want to call yourself... But I am... Not... Impressed. Not in the least bit. I'm going to have to get into contact with the CEOs of APW and get them to fire some of these lazy ass janitors in the back. They missed one of the biggest pieces of trash that I've seen step foot into this company in a long time. But you know what? That's what they pay me for. To take the trash out that the janitors forgot to toss away. So... I'll spare the fans from having to listen to another ignorant hick who thinks he knows everything and properly dispose of the garbage that is stinkin' up my ring. How about it Mr. Brokeback? Care to take on The APW Messiah? Or do you have a cousin and wife to get back to? I'll give you a moment while you change you're underwear, as I'm sure you just relieved yourself when you saw me."

[Jimmy Rivers]

HAHA, look who it is, it's the "Messiah" as he calls himself. Yet he lost to his tag team partner last week, and can't win the world title.... But that's not important, now is it Jay?... No of course not...

Jimmy stares down Crack....

What's important is tonights match, which I think should be something speacial, something...interesting...ya something that will show APW management why they give me that gigantic paycheck every single week...so what should it be, what should it be? hmmm...

Jimmy rubs his chin, until a devilish smile crosses his face...

Let me ask you something Mr.Crack....Have you ever been in a bar fight? have you ever been beaten so bad that you just keep going because pain is no longer an issue? Well tonight, I will show what it's like, when I beat you down....then drive you through a table... because tonight we're having ourselves a Tables match...So chew on that...

[Kenisha Williams]

"How relevant does my loss last week have anything to do with us again? Perhaps, you could fill me in on my match with Nattie Roxx has anything to do with us tonight?"

...He asks, an eyebrow lifting as he looked at Rivers.

"You see... People use that same old crap time and time again. Maybe they figure that's their "Ace in the Hole" against ol' Jay Crack... It doesn't bother me. No. It really doesn't. People win some, people lose some. It happens. Do I feel ashamed losing to genuine talent? Nah. Not really. Sure. I can get upset that I lost. But what is the point in getting mad? I just dust myself off and get back up and try again. I made a fatal mistake and it got me beaten. That's all. But I digress... Like I said... That is illrelevant to tonight."

He paused for a moment. Taking a quick glance to the fans before his vision turned back to Rivers.

"Now... Your questions... Have I ever been to a bar fight...? No. I haven't. I've been to a bar and slapped the taste out of some drunken loser who felt the need to act like he's big and bad. Have I ever been beaten so bad that I just kept going because pain was no longer an issue? Nah. Never get that beaten. I don't allow myself to get that beaten. Maybe you do. But me? No. Never let myself get pummeled to a pulp like that by no average Joe Schmo. As for chewing on that little stipulation for a Tables Match... Pfft. Another pathetic attempt at scaring me and trying to impress management? Ha! We'll see how bad you really are, cowboy. We'll see."