Who Wants Next? (O2A)

[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's the sound you hear as that M.V.P. balloon tent is blown up on the stage. Everyday I'm Hustlin' by Rick Ross invades the airwaves through the PA system. Didn't take long for the crowd's volume to slowly increase at the sound. Emerging from the smoke that poured out of the flaps, Jay Crack comes walking out onto the APW stage. Smirk crossing his lips. He had a pretty good turn out last show. Showed his skills. Beat Shia. Didn't win the other two matches. But second to last for the Battle Royal and doing pretty damn well in the tag team match was more than enough to prove himself as a force to be cautious about. Three matches in one night. Not once did he let up. Maybe he was out of energy by the second or third match, but he proved himself. No doubt about that. Time to keep the show rolling. He walked down the ramp. Waving his hands up and down in the air. Getting the crowd amped.

He made his way around the ring. Finding his way over to the steel steps. Jay walked up the steps onto the ring apron. Stopping for a moment. He looked out to the crowd from the apron. Nodding his head. Liking what he was seeing. The crowd was happy to see him. They cheered. That was always a good sign. He then turned and climbed into the ring through the ropes. Walking over to the middle of the ring. Before making a quick run over to the ropes. Bouncing off. He comes to a slow halt in the middle of the ring. Slapping the mat real quick before holding his arms up in the air. The fans cheering for him louder as he does so. He then begins to backstep towards the ropes he bounced off of. He requested a microphone from one of the ringside staff members. Which they would quickly rush one to him as he waited. Now with microphone in hand, he begins to backstep. Motioning with his free hand for his music to be cut. Once his music was turned off and he was left with the sound of the screaming crowd. He lifted the microphone to his lips slowly. Time to get the party started...

"From the sounds I'm hearing... It looks like I gotcha people hooked!"

The fans cheered louder as they heard him speak. They were hooked. They got a taste of that uncut, raw "crack." Now they were hooked. They were going to fiend for their next fix of Jay. He wasn't going to disappoint. It was time to deliver.

"Haha! I'm sure you've seen what happened last week. You must have. Took that fool Shia Storm. He wanted to go ahead. Have a fight with me. And he found out what happens when you let your guard down. He got folded up like an old wallet and put down for the three count. Almost got my chance to head off to the number one contendership for the World Championship. That didn't pan out too well for me. But I did have a match before hand, so... You can't blame me for that loss. Almost won the Rebirth match too. I was one of the last two people in the ring along with that afro headed boxer. But he happened to catch me slipping. It's alright though. It was a third match of my night. I was tired. I was beat. I couldn't go on much longer. But who else can say they've won three matches in a row in one night? Not too many. It just didn't happen to be my night that night. It's alright. I've proven myself. No one can say I didn't."

He paused for a moment. The sounds of the cheering fans filled the air again.

"Now... Onto tonight... It's a new night. Time for the next person who wants to go toe to toe with Human Crack in the Flesh. Anyone... Anyone at all in the backstage area... This is for you. Open challenge. Come and get some. I'll take on any and everyone. Come get some. Who want it?"

He lowered the microphone. Awaiting anyone who wanted to answer this open challenge.

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*30/30-150 hits the Arena and Max Cutter appears on stage with a cocky smile on his face, wears the same black shirt with a red star and a red circle around the star and has a skull on top of the star and he wears his black shades on, he dose his pose and the pyro gose off, when the pyro finishes he ends his pose as he makes his way to the ring, he taunts to the crowd and he ignores the fans booing at him. He climbs into the ring and he ask for a mic from the ring crew and one of them gave him a mic he looks at Jay Crack then he begins to speak*

“You know it’s funny how I guy like you calls himself the human crack would come out here talking a lot of rubbish like you’re some kind of crackhead gangster wannabe scum like you’re self and saying I beat shia storm and you almost got the chance to become number one contender for the world heavyweight championship bla bla bla, big freaking deal, do you actually think that these moronic people want to expect to cheer someone like you?”

*The Fans where booing to Max Cutter*

“I mean seriously you think that you’re that special here in the APW? Well you’re not that special to me, you see mr Jay Crack I proved last Saturday at full throttle when I beat Nattie Roxx even though I said I challenge anyone at the back but I did not expect that girls would also be involve in challenges but she had to accept my match and I beat her just like that, and I proved that I am the toughest superstar alive today, but as far you’re little challenge is concerned Jay Crack, I will accept you’re match!”

*He lowers his mic and waits for a reply from Jay Crack*

[Kenisha Williams]

Arched eyebrow. He didn't know who this cat thought he was. Coming out here and talking trash about the nigga Jay like he knows a damn thing about him? Pfft. This nigga better fall back. Shaking his head. Why does he get stuck with all the lame fools in the ring? Always seems to happen at one point or another no matter where he ends up in the world. Fuck it. He lifted the microphone up to his lips. Ready to respond...

"Wow. I have never heard that before. Seriously. I have never been called a crackhead before. Who writes your material nigga? Cause I feel so burned right now. Ouch."

Shaking his head again. That was sarcasm for the slow folks. Pausing for a moment. That smirk crosses his lips again.

"Now let's see what we got here..."

Jay looks this nigga up and down. Slowly circling around him as he begins to walk. Holding the microphone up to his lips. He begins to speak as he walked.

"We got some lame ass out here.... Repeating the same exact thing as I said cause he can't think of a thing to say... Then he comes with some recycle... retarded... and just plain dumb insults... Then he has the nerves to insult these fans out here for actually cheering for someone who's much MORE worth watching than himself... And he gets mad... He begins to pout in the back... And just to think he's got to me... Thinking he has something that's going to send shivers down my spine... He fails. An epic fail, as some may call it. Your pitiful and pathetic attempt to scare me resulted in a big yawning snore fest the second you began to utter words into the microphone.

Congratulations.

You suck.

Not only is your speech incomprehensible... But from what I managed to gather from what you said... It seems that you have a problem with me kicking asses and taking names. And you want to prove that you're not the loser that we all now know you are. Well, good luck with that. Unfortunately for you... I'm going to have to bust your head for even attempting to get on my level. A simple singles match is what you get for coming out here. Prepare yourself. You'll soon learn what self destruction by means of getting your ass kicked and handed back to you. You're welcome."

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“You think I suck is that what I heard you think I SUCK? I did not came out here to accept this match for bloody nothing mate so be thankful for that, if I did not accept you’re god damn match then I wouldn’t be standing in the ring with you now would i?”

*he sights and shakes his head to him then he begins to speak again*

“But I do not give a damn what you or anyone else would say, I came out here to fight and that’s exactly what I will get, you might as well get ready because you’re in for one hell of a ass kicking of a life time pal it will not matter if it has to be a street fight, it will not matter if is has to be in a extreme rules match, hell it will not matter if is has to be in a parking lot brawl fight I will beat you by any chance on winning by beating the Best superstars in the APW for this f***ing business, I’m a Tough S.O.B that never dies and never surrenders to no one not even from the likes of you!”

*He lowers his mic and he waits for a reply from Jay Crack*

[Kenisha Williams]

"I'm a tough S.O.B that never dies and never surrenders to no one? Not even from the likes of you?" Wow. You know how people say it's better to keep your mouth closed and be thought a fool than to open it and remove all doubt? Cause seriously. Everything you just said right now... Makes you sound really stupid. Like, beyond retarded. You never die or surrender to no one? Triple negative. Nice. So what you're trying to tell me... Is that you're a Stupid Oblivious Bitch... You die on daily basis... And surrenders to not just anyone... But to EVERYONE. Hahahaha... Why did you come out here again?"

Shaking his head. He didn't even need to say anything to make this dude sound like an idiot. This dude already did a good enough job by proving that himself everytime he opened his mouth. Sighing. He continued...

"A fight? Right? That's what you came here for? Normally... I am against beating the mentally retarded... But uh... I'll make an acception this time. Here. Let me break it down to you as simple as I can make it...

My music will hit.

I'll come out here.

The fans cheer.

I get in the ring and wait.

Your music hit.

You come out.

People boo you cause you're a dumbass.

You come to the ring.

The bell rings.

I smack you around a bit.

Have my fun.

Then I'll lay your spent ass across the mat.

Pin you.

1. 2. 3.

And it's a done deal. Nothing more needs to be said. You get all that? I'm not going over it again. That's what's going to happen. It's not a prediction. It's a guarantee. You can count on it. "