Punching Away.(Invite)

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe Bruiser is at the APW gym training hard for what he hopes to be his debut in the APW. He is wearing a Red muscle shirt with his Blue Boxing Shorts and Red Boxing Gloves on. He is also wearing a blue headband on his forehead. At The Moment Joe is getting his personal trainer to put the gloves on.

[glow=blue,2,300]Alright just a little tighter.[/glow]

The trainer then pulls it very tight.

[glow=blue,2,300]OH DEAR GOD. Not that tight.[/glow]

Joe then shakes his hand.

[glow=blue,2,300]But it will work.[/glow]

I'm sorry Boss.

[glow=blue,2,300]Its no biggie, here.[/glow]

[glow=blue,2,300]Joe reaches into his bag and gives the trainer some cash.[/glow]

[glow=blue,2,300]Go get me and you some Sheetz MTO food.[/glow]

Will do Boss.

The Trainer gets up and leaves to go get the food. Joe in the meantime is pouring water all over his body to help him not get so hot while he is training. Joe walks over to a 60 Pound Punching Bag where he sets his footing, then begins to whale away on the bag. He is punching the bag with some lefts as well as some rights. But one right hand punch hits it a little off which sends the Bag flying in the wrong direction. the bag then ends up hitting someone in the head and making the guy fall to the ground. Joe is a little scared.

[glow=blue,2,300]Oh Shit are you ok dude?[/glow]

Joe then attempts to help the guy up, but, the guy would have nothing to do with it and just throws Joe's arms off of him.

[glow=blue,2,300]Dude I was just trying to help you.[/glow]

The guy gets up and turns around and to Bruiser surprise it is non other than...........

[fninfamous]

....Tha Infamous 187. He had just entered the locker room. About to get on his own training. He had helped Kenisha a bit earlier with her work out, now it was time for him to get on his. Little did he know, he was going to get smashed right in the face with a sixty pound punching bag from the impact of a certain boxer's punch. Which caused him to fall to the ground with his head jerking back.

"WHAT 'DA F**K?!"

...Was 187's first words he had to say as he stood there with a hand overtop of his eye. A look of anger and pain could be seen on what could be seen of his face that he wasn't covering. He wasn't expecting to catch a sixty pounds of a punching bag right to the eye. It felt like someone snuck a punch on him when he was least expecting it. He paid the red afro'd boxer no mind at the moment, for all he cared about was his eye that was hit by the punching bag. Fortunately, this was his real eye, rather than the fake one. (check 187 and Kenisha's first thread together for reference) Though it probably would hurt less if it didn't hit his real eye, he didn't want anything happening to his glass eye. So 187 much rather take a punch to his right eye, which was his real one, than to take a punch to the left eye. He stood there for a moment, trying to open his eye. Trying to make sure that he had not gone blind from the impact. He managed to get it open just barely. His vision was blurry for a moment. 187 brought his hand up to his eye and rubbed it a bit to try to sooth the pain. Soon enough, his eye hurt less enough to which he could stand it and his vision became slightly clear. No black eye just yet, just seriously red at the moment. He looked around the gym to see if the one punching the bag was still around. To his surprise, there stood that red afro'd boxer along side his personal trainer. He shook his head as he looked at the two.

"What 'da hell did ya do 'dat fo'? You seen I was walkin' right there. You seen me comin' through. What 'da f**k? Couldn't ya have stopped fo' a damn moment and let me get by? Damnnit. You lucky as f**k. You fo' damn sure lucky as f**k. 'Cause if 'dat damn bag would've hit me in my otha' eye, oh there would so be some damn hell to pay like a mothaf**ka in 'dis b***h."

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe is looking right at 187. He thought he was scared before, but he is even more scared now as he speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]Dude I'm sorry, my back was turned to the door so I had no idea you were coming. Sometimes I get a little carried away when I punch on a bag, but it doesn't usually go flying and hitting a passer buyer like that.[/glow]

The Trainer has returned only to find Joe face to face with one of the most dangerous men in all of APW. The Trainer quickly runs over and stands beside Joe.

OH MY GOD JOE ITS 187.

Joe just looks down at the trainer.

[glow=blue,2,300]NO SHIT. Who did you think it was JASON CROSS?[/glow]

Uhh no sir but I did bring you your Sheetz food?

[glow=blue,2,300]Set it over by my bag.[/glow]

Yes sir.

Joe then looks back at 187.

[glow=blue,2,300]Look it was all just a big accident so why don't we just let it go and pretend like it never happened. [/glow]

Joe then looks at 187's eye and realizes that what he had just said was probably the stupidest thing he has said in a long time. This is 187 he is talking to. He be no Muscular Freak like Jason Cross, or the APW Champion like Blaze, but he is more dangerous than both of them put together.

[glow=blue,2,300]Ha Ha I know what I just said meant nothing to you, but, how can I repay you for this ACCIDENT?[/glow]

Bruiser waits to see what 187 will say.

[fninfamous]

A smirk came across his face as he sees the reaction of the trainer. His reputation seemed to get around. He had indeed made a name for himself through his travels from company to company. He, of course, remembered seeing this boxer back in New York. He couldn't remember ever really meeting him face to face. He might have and it just slips his mind. Either way, what he was saying kind of irritated him. He says he's sorry but from the sound of his voice, it sounds more like that he thought this was funny.

"Accident? How to repay? What the hell you mean repay? Don'tcha eva' listen when they say "you could poke yo' eye out wit' 'dat thing?" You don't just hit someone in the eye with somethin' 'dat big and expect everything to be all good, fine, and dandy. You know how bad takin' sixty pounds to the eye feels like? You wanna find out?"

Maybe he was overreacting. Maybe he was going a bit overboard with the whole situation. He was partly mad at the man boxing infront of him. He was partly agitated from the pain in his eye. He was more so worried what it could have led to. It just caught him off guard. When 187 is caught off guard like this, something worse could have happened to this red afro'd man. For all 187 knew, he could've been punched in the eye after being snuck up on. Coming from the part of California that he came from, and the things that he's done in the past... He always had to be alert. His nerves were always a bit shot. Constantly looking over his shoulder. He could have thought that this was someone from his past that he had maybe done something too and they were going to catch him when he least expected it for revenge. 187 could have pulled a knife or a gun on this man and just out of an act of survival... left him lifeless on the gym floor. Good thing that he was too busy worrying about his eye to do such a thing. This gave him time to re-evaluate the situation for he could have easily been attacked when he was holding his eye. But he could not just let this slide and go like it was nothing. He had to show this man that he needs to be more careful. How so? Well, it seems the red afro'd man was skilled with his fists. Could be an interesting challenge to fight a boxer, well... ex-boxer. And 187 was always up for a good fight.

"You wanna repay me? You wanna make things all betta'? Well you can start by kissin' 'da flo' (floor). Then you can dust my shoes off wit' 'da ball of fluff on ya head. Maybe... just MAYBE I'd atleast feel betta' then."

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe now has a mad look on his face after what 187 just said.

[glow=blue,2,300]You know what, I'm through being nice to you 187. But just for the recored it was all AN ACCIDENT.[/glow]

Joe then gets into 187's face which is a very dangerous thing to do to 187.

[glow=blue,2,300]ACCIDENT.[/glow]

Joe then gets out of 187's face and speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]Not only are you a damn good asshole but your also a damn good comedian as well. Kissing the floor, dust your shoes off with my hair, very funny 187. I'm tired of talking to a stupid fuu yea fuu, you should be familiar with that word, but I'm tried of it and not to mention I said I was sorry, and I even offered to pay you back. AND YOU THREW IT ALL BACK IN MY FACE. So heres an offer for YOU couldn't refuse. I challenge you 187, to a FIRST BLOOD MATCH.[/glow]

Joe is now smiling and nodding his head while 187 puts his right hand on his chin and thinks but quickly has an answer for Joe.

[fninfamous]

"Fuu? I believe you meant to say "fool." Contrary to whatcha might believe or stereotype 'bout a person like me, we ain't all 'da damn same. I choose to speak 'da way I do. Why? 'Cause I'd much ratha' be different than 'da average person. So check yo' self befo' 'da next time you make a damn assumption like 'dat 'bout someone. Now as fo' yo' challenge..."

187 laughed to himself as he began to slowly walk around him. Circling him slowly with that smirk on his face.

"You seriously wanna risk hurtin' yo' face like 'dat? You really wanna risk puttin' yo' face on 'da line? Have you seen what I do to people's faces? Hussein Fatal knows all too well what happens when ya push me. Eva' seen 'dat man's face? There's a nice lil' scar right across it. You know where 'dat scar came from...?"

187 points to himself.

" 'Dat's right. Me. I cut 'dat lil' b***h's face up. You ask anyone who's eva' fought me. I've made plenty mothaf**kas bleed. Ask my last victim, Andrew Walka'. Every time we fought, blood was spilled. You think I'm afriad of bleedin'? You think I'm afraid of makin' someone bleed? You dead wrong. It's not a problem. You want me to bust a pretty boy face like yo' self up? Then fine by me. But don't start cryin' when you can't make commercials or do advertisements 'cause I busted yo' ugly @$$ mug."

After circling him for a moment, he stops right infront of the red afro'd boxer.

"So you want 'dis match against me? First Blood match against yo's truly? Then you got yo'self a match. Don't cry when it's all ova' though. 'Cause I won't hold back a damn thing."

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]Ain't all the same? Come on man who you kidding. Cause it sure isn't me your kidding. I see what you mean though by wanting to be different but in case you haven't noticed, I'm just as different as you. I am a white guy with a BIG ASS red afro, and not only that but I am a master of not just one profession but THREE. I am a master Boxer, a Wrestler, as well as an expert COOK. Yea I'm an expert Cook. [/glow]

Bruiser walks over to his bag and grabs the Sheetz food and walks back over to 187.

[glow=blue,2,300]This is nothing, I could so blow this company out of business if I started my own. Haha Ive also created my own Energy Drink. I'm going to call it BWWUUZZA. I just need to send it out to drink companies to see if any of them will accept it. So you see 187, me and you, were not much different. [/glow]

Joe then opens the Sheets bag and grabs him some fries and starts to eat a few.

[glow=blue,2,300]Although I would love to have the ingredient's to these fries.[/glow]

187 then knocks the bag out of Joe's hand. Joe stands still for a moment, then he speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]I was eating those.[/glow]

Joe then looks at 187 with a mean look on his face.

[glow=blue,2,300]Looks like you owe me some dinner. [/glow]

Joe and 187 have a stare down of sorts until Joe breaks the silence.

[glow=blue,2,300]FINE. I have seen Hussein's scar. It is nasty looking, and I have always wondered who did it to him, and now I know.You know its not a problem for me either to make your bleed from that ugly face of yours. Hell, I made a living doing that at one time. So you have seen my Shelor car lot commercial? Pretty good one at that. [/glow]

Joe looks in another direction, then back at 187.

[glow=blue,2,300]Good. Now that we have our match why dont you get out of here and let me finish training. Not only will you not back down.....[/glow]

Joe then gets into 187's face.

[glow=blue,2,300]but I wont back down either. [/glow]

Joe then waits to see what 187 will say.

[fninfamous]

"I ain't buyin' sh*t fo' you. Sheetz is nasty as hell anyways. I was savin' yo' @$$ from eatin' 'dat food. But let me get 'dis straight... You think we're not so different? You? Me? We're TOO different from each otha'. Skin color don't matta'. Me bein' white don't mean sh*t. I don't know how many times I gotta tell people 'dis sh*t. Guess it'll neva' sink in. But seriously...."

187 steps into Joe's face with that smirk on his face. Almost causing Joe to step back a little and fall, but Joe managed to stop himself.

"Who are YOU kiddin'? Master boxer? Ha! Muhammed Ali was a master boxer. Evander Holyfield was a master boxer. Mike Tyson, though a lil' strange, is a master boxer. My lil' cousin is betta' wit' his fists in 'da ring than you. You think you are a masta' boxer? You? Meh... You just a lil' above average. I seen some of yo' old fights. Yeah, I rememba' yo' old days. I'm a boxin' fan. I caught a lil' bit of yo' matches and let me tell you..."

187 shakes his head with a raised eyebrow. He takes a step back and waves his hand infront of his face. As if he was saying Joe needed something for his funky breath.

"I seen betta' fightin' in my old 'hood. Your wrestlin'? Even worse than yo' boxin' man. Sorry, but I'm just bein' real wit' you man. You need to think of somethin' betta' to do wit' yo' time. Boxin' didn't work out fo' ya. Wrestlin' ain't workin' out fo' ya. And you think you're gonna be a cook? HA! You'd probably be betta' at "beatin' meat" than beatin' me, I guess. Then you think you're going to come out wit' yo' own energy drink? What was 'dat again? BWWUUZZA? What 'da f**k is 'dat? 'Da sh*t you use to keep yo' hair up? What 'da f**k is 'dat? Is 'dat 'da sound you make when you drink it? It sounds like someone tryna' say yo' name but vomitted from the taste of yo' energy drink. If 'dats 'da case... well... I hate to be 'da tell ya 'da bad news... but 'dat ain't gonna work neitha'."

He could see the anger building up in Joe as 187 went on the verbal attack. He needed a good old fashioned war of the words.

"Now you're callin' my face ugly? Hell, I know 'dis sh*t my damn self. I don't care if you think I'm ugly. I don't care whatcha think 'bout my face. I know I'm ugly. I got scars every which way from the head down. I wouldn't be surprised if anyone was scared to ask where the scars came from. I got a scar right under my left eye. You think I care if people think I'm ugly? I know I'm ugly. Big whoop-dee-f**kin'-doo. You want a cookie fo' statin' 'da obvious?"

187 just shook his head at Joe after going on about his own "war wounds." He didn't care what others thought of his appearance. He wasn't trying to impress anyone. He dressed the way he dresses on a normal day to day basis. He was trying to dress to impress. He wasn't trying to pretty himself for anyone. If people couldn't accept him for him, than 187 figured they weren't worth it either.

"You seriously want to be left lookin' like you got yo' face stuck in 'da meat grinda'? Fine by me. Fine by me. Just make sure you don't chicken out when it comes game time. These All Star Converses right here?"

187 looked down at the sneakers on his feet.

"These will have no problem kickin' yo' punk @$$ down to 'da mat and stompin' 'da f**k outta ya."

He looks back up at Joe with a look on his face like he was saying "What're you going to do about it?" kind of looks.

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe is looking down at 187's shoes. Then he looks up at 187.

[glow=blue,2,300]Thats alot of shit you said there and quite frankly I wasn't really listening to most of it.[/glow]

Joe then looks down at his shoes, which are nothing but a good ol pair of brand new Nike's.
[glow=blue,2,300]Converse, HA. They have nothing on my brand new pair of Nike's. [/glow]

Joe wipes his face off with his hand.

[glow=blue,2,300]Do you actually wear those things while you wrestle? You know what don't answer that. I don't think I want to know. Most NORMAL PEOPLE like me, wear Wrestling Boots while we wrestle. But I guess boots are not for all people. Haha I can imagine you in boots ha, man you would look so funny in them.[/glow]

Joe's personal trainer walks up beside of him.

Sorry to interrupt you but, you need to get going on your BWUZZA Commercial.

[glow=blue,2,300]Ahhh thats right. Excuse me 187, but I have a commercial to do.[/glow]

Joe turns around but is grabbed by 187.

[fninfamous]

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... Hold up... Don't get scared and run off now just 'cause ya have a lil' commercial, 'dats obviously gonna be anotha' failure on 'da list. But where 'da hell do you get off dissin' my Chuck Taylors? I mean, seriously... You wanna talk 'bout me wearin' sneaka's to 'da ring ratha' than boots? What 'da hell kind of sh*t is 'dat? You don't want me to get on yo' played out as f**k Nikes now. You don't want me to get on yo' busted @$$ sneaka's. I ain't even gonna get into 'da things I can say 'bout yo' kicks."

He points down at Joe Bruiser's feet, before looking back up at him.

"But 'dat would be unfair to those 'dat make 'da shoes. I could easily sit here and leave ya tore up from 'da flo' (floor) up. Sit here and make you look ridiculous, even though you seem to do a fine job of doin' 'dat yo'self. But I ain't got time to sit here and f**k wit' you ova' some bullsh*t. You got yo' match. Now go on and get 'da f**k outta 'da gym befo' you get embarassed in here too."

187 points off to the door of the gym.

"Go ahead. Run along. Do whateva' yo' punk @$$ personal traina' here is tryna' getcha to do. I know he don't wanna see a grown man cry tonight. Go and do yo' vomit causin' energy drink commercial. Just make sure you don't f**k 'dat sh*t up worse than it already is. I already can picture 'da fans throwin' up in 'da crowds 'cause of whateva'' da hell is in 'dat can you tryna' push on 'da people. I'll be 'da one sittin' on 'da sidelines laughin' when they start throwin 'da sh*t back atcha afta' our match."

He pauses for a moment with that smirk on his face. He can see the fear in the personal trainer's eyes. He could see how the trainer was not wanting Joe to get into an altercation or some kind of fight with 187.

"Now run along. Lemme' get back to bidness b***h."

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe just looks at 187's hand which is still on Joe's shoulder. Joe jerks his shoulder away from 187.

[glow=blue,2,300]You just prepare for our match bucko. And leave me and my business alone. Good Luck, your going to need it.[/glow]

Joe turns around and grabs his things and leaves the gym to go film his commercial.