Bang, Bang. I Shot You Down. *SPOILERS* (Walker)

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"1! 2! 3!"

The gun shot rang out through out the arena as the sound of Natural Born Killaz by Dr. Dre and Ice Cube blares. After hitting the "Shotty Tag" and pinning Andrew Walker in the middle of the ring. 187 looked out to the screaming fans as they were cheering the two men on for the show they put on. He took a clenched fist and beat it against his chest before pointing the fist out to the fans. It seemed they were unbiased in who they were cheering for since they didn't seem to be chanting for either man. 187 was glad to pick up the win. It had been a good while since the last time he had been victorious infront of the fans. This was a much better way he thought to start off the season. The first match he still called a fluke and dumb luck for his previous opponent. But he was no push over. He proved that man on the mat wrong when he said he would beat him. He had to give it up to him though, he gave him a run for his money. It was close. Real close, but no cigar. In the end, 187 managed to pick up the win. He made his way over to where Walker laid on the mat and bent over top of him so his face met Andrew's. With a tired smirk forming across his face, he yells out...

"YOU GOT KNOCKED 'DA F**K OUT! Aha! 'Dat ones fo' Kyle Nobbs BIATCH!"

[nobbs]

*Andrew shakes his head, and looks up at 187, when he yells in Andrew's face.*

[glow=blue,2,300]"Yeah yeah, you got me once... Think you can do it again?"[/i][/glow]

[fninfamous]

He stands up straight and folds his arms across his chest. He responds by saying...

"You damn right I could do it again. 'Dis one was fo' Kyle Nobbs. 'Da next one will be just fo' 'da fun of kickin' yo' head in again."

[nobbs]

*Andrew gets up, and stares 187 in the face.*

[glow=blue,2,300]"Well then... I guess its on! But if you really think I'll fall to you again, then maybe you should lay off the drugs... In the words of- well, yourself- This was a fluke win. Don't get used to it."[/i][/glow]

[fninfamous]

"Sh*t... My win wasn't no fluke. 'Da only fluke was how long you lasted in 'dis ring wit' me. But you got yo'self a rematch. It won't matta' if I'm high, drunk, intoxicated, detoxed, whateva' I may be. 'Da results will be 'da same homie. I'm goin' to 'da bank on 'dat one. Best believe 'dis ain't ova' if you don't want it to be. Bring it next time mothaf**ka. We'll see what's really good."

With that said, 187 slowly begins to step back towards the ropes. Then he lets himself drop down to the mat as he rolls out the ring. He makes his way to the backstage with a smirk on his face. Extending his hands to the fans reaching out to him as he makes his exit.

[nobbs]

*Andrew leans on the ropes and cracks his neck a few times.*

_{[glow=blue,2,300]It won't happen again, 187. It won't happen.[/glow]}
*He points toward Tha Infamous 187, as 187 leaves through the curtain, and Full Throttle goes to a commercial.*

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