This is your chance.(MUST READ)

[lindsay]

The lights come on in the arena, and your lovely CEO Lindsay Corban stands firm with a mic in her hand. Brown hair dangling ever so slightly onto her shoulders. Her smile is brighter then ever. Raising the mic to her lips. She speaks the ever so angelic tone.

Hello APW....I'm out here right now for one reason. And that is to pave the road to Rebirth. You have two...yes two chances right now boys and girls. Your first one...Is a tag team match for THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP for the APW World Championship. Just come on down here, prove to me you are worthy, and i'll PUT you on a team.

The crowd cheer wildly. Things were going to happen this season. Stars would be born.

The second. Is round one. For the Rebirth main event. This one is going to be even harder to get into. 6 man battle royale. Three of you will be hand picked by the staff, the other three. You'll have to come out here as well, and plead your case, Maybe we will pick you, maybe you'll have to prove yourself. Only time can tell. So come on all you wrestlers in back. You want to be the best APW has to offer. SHOW ME

[Shia Storm]

Just a couple minutes after Ms. Corban says his last statement, the lights dim to black in the arena. Flames pyro comes up to the stage out of nowhere that startles some people. Shia's music plays throughout the arena, and the fans get to their feet, and gives a huge pop.

After the pyro dies down, Shia is standing right there just looking at the ring, and then at the crowd. Shia has already been out here before tonight having a match with a man name Jay Crack. He hears Ms. Corban's words, and he knew that he had to come at out here even though he has a match, and get added to tonight's extra matches.

Shia was looking to his name out here in APW just like every other company that he's been in, and doing things like this was a step in the right direction that's for sure.

He walks down towards the ring, and climbs in. With microphone already in hand, it was time.

Tonight seems to be the night of Opportunity. A night that someone's career who may be established other places may come a little more established by having their name put in these tournaments that are you happening tonight.

Some people may know that I am already booked tonight against Mr. Crack, and that fight will be a war, but that won't stop me from also getting my name in this match for a chance to fight against the APW world champion, and put my name in history! Don't get me wrong, my match earlier won't be easy by any means as it seems like the man has some fight in him more than the normal, but I have fought nights where I had to be in 3 matches in night, and I came out of 2, and 3 in that night. I have the stamina, and desire to go places, and I'm willing to put my heart, soul, and body on the line be part of this big match night!

He lowers the microphone as he said his words carefully, but true to his word.

[jdiamond]

Mere Seconds had past and Sinner Plays through out the arena and the ever so Popular James Hunter walks out on stage, The crowd already have chants of you suck started. He continues on his way down to the ring walking round the ring he grabs a mic from the annoucer he walks up the steps and climbs into the ring. He waits for the crowd to quieten down before speaking.

Miss Corban you already know why im here but i thinks it best i tell this fans.........Now there's a few reason's why im out here again tonight and firstly its to get a second chance at the World Championship by being involved in this tag match. Sure I could've just gone and straight up challenged Skullinator for a title match But no Im going to have to prove myself once more and justify why im the best APW has to offer.....

Just then James gets cut off before he can finish what he wanted to say!!

[Joe Bruiser]

Eye of the Tiger hits over the arena and Joe Bruiser comes out onto the stage WOOOOOOOOOOing and spinning all around. He makes his way down the ramp and then into the ring where he walks by smiling at James, Shia, and Lindsay. He gets a Mic and speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]Battle Royal, did I not just participate in one? Haha oh well, The BWUUZZA can do more Royals if needed. [/glow]

Joe smiles as he looks around the ring.
[glow=blue,2,300]
Shia Storm and James "Cheapscape" Hunter. You two think you have what it takes to be a World Champion? You two think that you deserve to be in this Battle Royal? [/glow]

Joe nods.
[glow=blue,2,300]
Well in that case good luck..........you will need it.[/glow]

Joe turns to Lindsay.

[glow=blue,2,300]So we all have to prove that we deserve to be in this Battle Royal? [/glow]

Lindsay smiles and nods.

[glow=blue,2,300]Well, where should I start? Should I start off with...my TWO TITLES THAT I HAVE ALREADY WON IN THE APW?[/glow]

Fans scream.

[glow=blue,2,300]Should I talk about MY HISTORY HERE IN THE APW?[/glow]

Fans scream again.
[glow=blue,2,300]
Or should I speak of MY POPULARITY?[/glow]

Fans scream even more.
[glow=blue,2,300]
THE ONE WITH THE FRO HAS SO MANY FANS OUT HERE THAT IT WOULD BE A SHAME TO NOT HAVE HIM IN THE BATTLE ROYAL.[/glow]

Fans go absolutely nuts.
[glow=blue,2,300]
I am a true champion, I know what it takes to be champion. I know how to represent....a champion, I even know how to BEAT champion. Lindsay can vouch for me unfortunately. she was one of the victims. Others include a long list of Nathan Michaels, Cinder Xavier, 187, and a few more. I am more then qualified to be in this Battle Royal. [/glow]

Joe lowers the Mic to a screaming crowd.
[glow=blue,2,300]
There is no one better in the APW, then the BRUISER. I am tired of being called the Peyton Manning and Jimmie Johnson of Wrestling. They finally won Championships, so can I.[/glow]

Joe lowers the Mic again and looks around at the crowd as the scream.

[Kenisha Williams]

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 soon to be very familiar theme music hits. Rick Ross' voice invading the airwaves with his song "Everyday I'm Hustlin'." Just so happens to be the theme song for the man stepping out from behind the curtain right this very second. That man was Jay Crack. A small cheering crowd at the sight of him. Coming out in his ring gear. A microphone sticking out of his back pocket as he comes out. He motions his hand across his neck for his music to cut. And on cue, it does. Looking out at the ring. Looking at the ones who have already pleaded their cases. He scoffed at them. Shaking his head. One was his soon to be opponent Shia Storm. Another was some cat claiming to be the best and looking to prove himself. And the last one, he recognized that fool. That was his nigga Murda's enemy. Pfft. Looks like it's time to pass the torch to Jay to whoop that ass too. Lifting the microphone up to his lips, it was time for Jay to make his presence known and take this opportunity tossed out there for him.

"Well, well, well... Let's see what we got here. The boss. One of them. Hey Ms. Corban. Names Jay Crack. You'll be seeing more of me soon. Might have heard about me from over yonder in Ohio or Detroit back in the States. If you haven't read a wrestling news article about me or Youtube'd a nigga, then you're going to find out pretty soon who I am.

We also have Mr. Storm here. English teacher by day, wrestler by night. Got no problems with him just yet, even if he's got some kind of problem with the way a nigga like to talk. But that's neither here nor there. Be sure to check out our match Ms. Corban, if you just want a little sample of what to expect from me. Information on me ain't too hard to find. But to see first hand what I'm about, check out my match with that nigga later.

And then we got this nigga over here, claiming to be the best. Aren't we all? Yeah. I'm the best. You're the best. That little nigga in the front row rocking an APW shirt is the best. Dude all the over there in the nose bleed section is the best. The hooker on the corner outside the Tower is the best. Yes. We all know we're the best. But do you have anything to really back that up? Didn't look like it the last APW show. Yeah. I caught it. I wasn't here in the company, but I caught the show. And dude, you sucked. You're the best? Ha. Don't make me laugh.

And you... We got this afro headed nigga over here hollering about shit he done did in the past. Shit that don't even matter anymore. That was the past nigga. New management. Haven't ya noticed? I doubt the new management gives a damn about what you did for the last three who was running this spot. Don't quit your day job. I've seen you in the past. And you got your ass handed to you... I don't know even know how many times. Quit lying to your boss. You suck too. You're lame. Shave the afro. Go home. And plan early retirement. Don't want to get stuck in the ring with me. You'll find those pearly whites scattered all over the ring.

But last... and certainly NOT least... We got that nigga. Human Crack in the Flesh. The last of the best. One word to describe him? Is SPECTACULAR... Yes! Haha! That's right. That nigga Jay Crack is coming to prove something fierce in this company. And I've already got a match lined up with that Shia Storm cat as I've mentioned earlier. But I'm not here for him. I'm here for that opportunity you so graciously thrown out into the water and waiting to see who's going to bite. I might not have done too much in my career so far. I ain't got much to brag about. But I ain't here to brag. I'm here to create history and give me something to brag about. Yeah. These niggas can talk about all they've done before. But can they brag about what they've done now? No. I'm sure you ain't here to hear about our life story. Hell nah. You wanna see up turn up the heat here in APW. You want someone to crank that bitch up? Look no further. You looking at the future."

Lowering the microphone, he said his piece. Time to wait and see what the boss says. Or what these other niggas got to say if they want to open their mouths.

[anbece]

A heavy beat blasted over the P.A. system as the crowd turned to the stage, unaware of who was to be popping through the curtain. A few seconds pass by before a man pops through the curtain bopping his head a long with the music as he pointed around to the crowd. He had a bandana covering his face, as he mouthed the words of the song a long as it played through. He made his way down the ramp and quickly jumped up the steps, entering the ring where four other superstars where standing, along with the owner of the company. He slips the bandana down, as it hands around his neck, while he grabs a microphone from the staff member at ringside. A smirk appears across his face as he looks at the four men.

“Aye, listen up, listen up... things just about picked up right here right now! Seems like we got an opportunity of a life time right now right? Now, listen up, I know I’m new, blah blah blah. Who the hell cares? I know I got what it takes to be the numba’ one dog right here in APW ya heard.”

He scratches his chin as he makes his way around the ring, scouting all four other men. He crosses his arms while bringing the microphone to his lips at the same time.

“I mean, who we got here? We got Shit... I mean Shia Storm... some dude talkin’ some shit about how our names could be established, and career’s will be made and shit... no fuckin’ shit careers will be made... this is the chance for people to step up, and win some damn gold... APW Champion? How higher could your career get after that?”

He scratches his head as he looks at James Hunter. He raises an eyebrow before snickering.

“Who the hell’s you? Comin’ out here, sayin’ how you want to be involved in this tag match and shit... well what other reason would you be out here? Sayin’ how you could of just challenged this Skullinator dude and shit... who cares? You heard the lady over here didn’t ya’? Prove why the hell you should get a shot. Don’t just come out here, bore all this fans who payed money to see a hell of a show, that you want a title shot, when we all know you want a damn title shot.”

He then circles around the ring, chuckling to himself, as he looks at the boxer to his left. Could this shit get any weirder? He raises the microphone once again as he speaks.

“Shit... Who you be? A boxer or somethin’? Ha, damn shows you took some shots to the head. What the fuck is “BWUUZAAA” Can somebody please explain to me what the hell that shit means? Standin’ there, with your little red afro, talkin’ about how you be tired of bein’ the Peyton Manning of wrestling? Damn... you winnin’ the title, would be just like the Giant’s winnin’ the superbowl, one big damn fluke.”

And last he takes a look at Crack who had made his appearance in the ring not too long before he did himself.

“Last but not least, Craka’ Jack ova’ here. One badass mawfucka’ is what I see when I look at this guy. And he may be badass, but that don’t mean jack shit when you steppin’ in the ring with Anthony “Bribe” Conners. ABC... the first three letta’s of the alphabet baby... because when ABC’s around, he sure as hell makes sure that he takes up first... second and third place. Because I’m just that damn good brotha’. Like I said, I may be the new kid on tha’ scene here, but I’m about to prove that I’m one crazy mawfucka’... I went through some crazy shit... and I don’t mess around. You see this scar? [He points to his right cheek.] That’s just an example of what I’ve been through in my life fella’s. Gettin’ sliced in tha’ face ain’t too fun, but shit, I survived, and now I’m here, ready to kick some ass, and take some names, and win some damn gold baby!”

[blaze]

The arena lighting begins to slowly dim. The fans sitting quietly to see why. Suddenly, Seether's hit 'Fake It' begins to blare over the Pa system. The fans rise to their feet cheering. Slowly, Shaddix emerges from behind the backstage curtain. The fans growing even louder as they finally see him.

He strikes a short pause on the stage, the camera flashes from all around illuminating the arena for a short moment. Then, he slowly proceeds down the ramp slapping hands with a few lucky fans in the process. Using the steel steps as he means of entry, Shaddix now stands center ring. A Mic quickly handed to him by stage crew. Clearing his throat...

"The power....It....its different. I can remember being in the shoes of all the wrestlers here now. Waiting, wanting, working to earn the coveted shot at a big match. And remembering the pain I felt those very few select times I didn't recieve it...And now, I hold the power to save one superstar from that pain...I hold the power to give one superstar the ability to fight in the Rebirth main event...But who?"

Shaddix begins to eye up all of the men standing around him...

"You!"

He points at Anthony Conners...

"Were one of my top considerations...But sadly, you dropped the ball at the last moment. Keep working though kid. Because I can personally guauren-damn-tee...that you can make it to the top of this business...I see you being able to hold that role....someday...just not now....So, my choice is..."

Shaddix's hand slowly begins to move until he is point at Jay Crack...

"You my friend...Mr. Jay Crack. Now get out there and win that match....and show everybody that Shaddix knows true talent when he sees it..."

[anbece]

Conners turns to the ramp, locking eyes with Shaddix. A smirk appears across his face, as he rubs his chin. He leans against the top rope, as he leans in and raises the microphone to his lips. He looks around at the crowd and then back at Shaddix before speaking.

“ Well Mr. Shaddix sir... I’m very flattered that I was one of your top choices... [Says Conners in a sarcastic like voice.] Dropped the ball at the last moment? Ha, is that so? But you see, what seems to get me is that... Ms. Corban over here, said she wanted SIX competitors... out here right now, I only see four... five if ya' count me..."

Conners begins to make his way around the ring as he continues to look at Shaddix.

“Which seems to mean, there could just be a spot in the for little ole ABC here. But, it is what it is, I don’t get my shot, I’ll kick all ass that’s placed in front of me until I do get my shot.”

He crosses his arms, looking around the ring awaiting to see who would speak up next.

[Christian Pryce]

Blow Me Away booms over the PA and out walks the Platinum Edition Jacques Argentium. he walks out wearing his APW Shirt and Jeans. with the title belt over his left shoulder he walks down to the ring. he climbs through the ropes and pics up a Mic.

Now now now. You cant have one of these large matches without the APW Nationwide champion and APW's Only ever "platinum edition" Jacques Argentium now can you. i mean i don't want a world title shot.

the fans gasp.

yes i know. weird eh. i don't want a title shot because i don't want to be greedy. i may win a world title shot at any time i want if things go my way tonight. but i want something more, i want to be in APWs History books. i want to become a legend in APW. and i will not let anybody stand in the way of my goal.

Jacques looks to Lindsay Corban.

It does not matter if you put me in the match. because one way or another i will be a legend. and i will do it with the fans approval. they are the ones who decide if you are a legend. they are the ones who decide if you get fired. and they are the ones who keep this Industry alive. Now i hope you fans want to see me in this match, if so then show Lindsay how much.

The fans scream.

Now Lindsay make your decision on that!

[lindsay]

Lindsay shook her head slightly. So much meat out here. Honestly this had to change right now. Or SHE was going to go crazy. Lifting the mic back up to her lips, she spoke.

So now I see a bunch of men out here. But where are you women? Please don't tell me I signed a bunch of wimpy girls? Don't be afraid of these bone headed pigs. Get out here and show these men what REAL women can do.

Lindsay lowers the mic. Tsk tsk always needing a push.Someday hopefully she wouldn't have to play mommy out here.

[Angel Storm]

After hearing Lindsey say something about why some many guys, but no girls out here. Angel was wondering the same thing, and you know what, She needed to get her ass out there, and show that dudes what a lady such as Angel can do. She's no way shape or form afraid of any males of any kinds. Big, small it don't matter.

Fire pyro erupts onto the stage area, and Angel's music hits the PA system. She storms onto the stage, and seems a bit fired up. She walks up, and is shouting to the crowd, and she walks down in her wrestling attire. She brought a microphone to the ring. This was going to be interesting to say the least for Angel. Being the only female out here, and is looking to mix it up the boys, and just kick all their asses all over the place. Even her own husband if she has to. No friends in this thing. She rolls right into the ring, and quickly gets up, and speaks.

Sooo, I'm in the back watching all these men talk amongst themselves, and all. Some making valid points, and others who are just talking out of their ass.

One thing that struck me enough to come out here was nothing that came out of the men's mouth. I mean they all are saying the same thing, and not all that impressive. Like I said some did make valid points, but you know what, as Lindsey pointed out, there's no damn female out here to show what the females can do right?

Sooooooo you know what? Angel Storm wants in this! Angel wants come in here, and whip up on some boys. Show the men that as much ass kicking you can bring, the ladies can just bring as much as you can, and then some.

She looks over at Ms. Corban

If you are looking for a female that doesn't mind locking up with the men, and can kick their ass. All of them. Even if I have to kick my old man's ass to get where I want to get, I will do so! I won't let anyone get in my way when I"m focused on something.

She looks at the men.

I don't want to hear out of any of you that you don't want to hit a girl because things like that will in this situation will only be making your ass sit on the sidelines, and I know none of you want that do ya. Bottom line, all of you are put on notice, got it!?

[Jennifer Drew]

Suddenly, “Stickin’ in my Eye” plays and Jennifer Drew comes through the crowd to avoid all the congestion on the ramp. She grabs a microphone on her way in and climbs the stairs into the ring. Jennifer looks at the crew assembled in the ring for a second then looks a little concerned and confused.

Did someone say something about a main event?

She shrugs a little looking around the ring hoping to get an answer, although clearly she already knew… or else it would be weird… she continues.

Because my feelings of adequacy are directly proportional to the number of main events I get to wrestle. Well, Lindsay you’re looking for the girls to show ourselves and may I just say “present!”

Jennifer raises her hand and smiles as if her second grade teacher had just called on her.

And if we’re talking about APW’s first big show of the year, the return the distribution of one of those kickass titles like Gravedigger or Blood Rose well you better believe I’m all over that. Although I’m a little worried about what it’ll be if this is APW presents Rebirth.

Jennifer looks around the ring at everyone considering all the possibilities and realized she had gone off on a tangent that no one needed to hear the end of.

But that’s cool. Now you’re all probably asking yourself why I, Jennifer Drew should be in said main event to which I say, are you friggin blind?

She incredulously points down to the APW Rose Title around her waist for a few seconds before raising the microphone again.

Alright, I can see it’s going to take a little bit more than that. So here it is, you’re looking at an APW die hard. I may not have been here since day one but I’ve been around a stupid long time and I don’t see that changing any time soon. But it’s not just about me not knowing when to quit, oh no.

Let’s get another tight shot of Exhibit A here.

Jennifer runs her hand under the plate of the Rose Title as she someone decides they should take direction from her and she gets the shot she wants.

Yeah that’s right, I want as much tape of me wearing this as I can get so when they put together a sentimental montage of my career they’ve got enough to work with. See right now, I’ve got this to say that I’m the best Rose in APW right now, but I’m not the kind of person to let another big opportunity pass me by and if I have to beat everyone out here I’ll do it. I don’t care if you’re a man, a woman… sorry a Rose, or something else some affront to God and nature, I just want my shot.

[abc]

*30/30-150 hits the arena and Max Cutter appears on stage with a cocky smile on his face wearing a black shirt with a red star and a red circle around it and on the star was a skull, he also wears his dark blue jeans, he dose his randy orton pose and his pyro goes off after the pyro finishes he ends his pose and walks his way to the ring, he taunts to the fans in a cocky way then he makes his way in the ring and climbs threw the ropes and grabs a mic*

“Well this is a surprise we got two girls and seven men in the ring and that seventh person on my add would be me Max Cutter, although I got a match against Nattie later on in a one on one match,*The crowed Boos at Max* but either you people like it or not I will still be the odds on favourite on winning it to become the new number one contender against Skullinator for his World Title!”

*The crowed Boos at Max*

“Once I get the heavyweight title around my weight you people will show some better respect to me that I damn well deserve, I came this far of taking this step on becoming the number one contender and I’m not going to let anyone of you losers take it away from me not while I have something to say about it, but quite frankly neither one of you lot do not think that you guys have what it takes to become a world heavyweight champion, I even have something that you chumps do not have.. guts and courage!”

*The crowd boo’s at Max again but he dose not care about them*

“Which is why I came out here and add my self in the championship contender spot and to show each and everyone of you people that I am the odds on favorite on becoming number one contender for Skullinator championship gold as you’re future champion!”