Bring it ON!

["Ironman" Michael Taylor]

Hey Man, Nice Shot barely has time to begin playing as a very pissed off Michael Taylor makes his way down the ramp and into the ring, mic already in hand. He gets in the middle of the ring and begins signaling for the music to be cut.

Cut the damn music! I don't have all freakin' day! Cut it NOW!

The music cuts as Taylor begins pacing around the ring. He looks down towards the ramp and raises the mic to his mouth as he continues his pacing.

At BattleZone, I was screwed by these dumbass referees! I was reaching for the rope and my hand missed it, then he says I tapped out to that weak ass submission from Nathan. What kind of bullshit is that? I DEMAND a World title shot to make up for the complete and utter MISTAKE by these retarded officials!

He finally settles down a bit and stops his pacing. He walks over to the ropes, putting a foot on the bottom one and leaning on the top ones as he continues.

Now, I have a couple more issues to address. First off, PORNSTAR IS A JACKASS! I planned on challenging Cabal, but now that little bastard has. Then, I think Dru Nedermeyer. But, his no talent ass lossed to that other no talent bastard Cabal. Then there is Nathan, another no talent, but he is facing our wannabe APW Champion. So, what person is of my calibur that I can face? Truthfully, NOBODY is at my calibur. Their all FAR below me in that perspective. BUT, there is 1 more stupid SON...OF...A...BITCH who wanted to run his mouth about the Ironman. That idiot is none other than the leader of that craptacular group known as the Familia Bitches. Vegas, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AND ACCEPT MY CHALLENGE!

Taylor lowers the mic and continues to stare at the stage as he waits for his prey to arrive.

["Ironman" Michael Taylor]

Taylor had been waiting for several minutes with no response. He was beginning to get quite agitated with the current situation and it was beginning to show. He raised the mic back up as he looked to the crowd and spoke.

You see this? King Vegas is supposed to be some mighty warrior from what I was told. Instead, he's much of a chicken shit to answer a challenge. Does he KNOW the rookie will beat his ass in this ring? Wait, wait, I got it. IF he comes out and answers, he'll start spraying some bullshit about how I'm not on his level, he's better than me, I'm not worth his time, blah blah blah blah BLAH! BUT, fact is, he is afraid. Afraid that if he loses to me that his image as a dominant superstar will be shattered. That he will become the nobody that he truly is and forever will be.

He lowers the mic as an evil smile crosses his face. He looks back to the stage as the crowd showers him with boos. Despite the noise level, he continues on the mic as he talks over them.

So, what's it gonna be Vegas? Are you too afraid to face the rookie? Are you too afraid to answer my challenge, knowing that you could very well be beaten? Are you too afraid to be Taylor Made?

He lowers the mic, leaning against the ropes again as he waits for someone to show up on stage.

[dick]

Hearing Mr. Taylor's request for a match against Mr. Vegas, I make my way out onto the stage as my music hits the arena. I hold the microphone up to my lips and begin speaking before the chorus can even start.

Wait one minute Mr. Taylor. One minute. I know you feel like you really want a piece of Mr. Vegas. Hell it seems there are many who do nowadays. But, Mr. Vegas is scheduled to face off against Mr. Pryor this weekend at Full Throttle. The match is signed and ready to be delivered. So then, YOU sir have to find another opponent for the show if you wish to make an appearance on Full Throttle. I'm sure you have someone else in mind?

[nobbs]

*Even if he did, no one cares. Because someone wanted to face HIM. "It's All Over" pours out of the speakers, and Andrew Walker appears on stage, in his red robe. He starts to jump up and down, and momentarily a burst of fire shoots out of the stage, but it does not touch Mr. Hugh. The only effect was a slight jump from Dick. Andrew reaches into his robe pocket and pulls out his own microphone.*

[glow=blue,2,300]"It looks to me like someone needs an opponent? Well Andrew Walker is your man, Mr. Taylor. It is apparent to me, that you also have had trouble with the Familia. You also managed to beat 187, something that I was not able to do. And therefore I feel the need to face you, and prove that I was merely off my game for a few weeks. If I can beat a man that beat me, then its nearly as good as beating the man that beat me instead of him beating me..."[/glow]

*Taylor and Dick just stare at him with an expression of "WTF???" Andrew shrugs it off.*

[glow=blue,2,300]"So what do you say?"[/i][/glow]