Dial "/\/\" 4 Murda [Invite]

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Silence. There was a silence in the arena. Only thing you could hear was the sound of the audience anxiously anticipating the coming of GCW's talent. They paid good money for their tickets. They wanted to see the top superstars in GCW battle it out. Tonight was special. Not for one reason, but for two. One, they were going to see the championships being decided right in the middle of the ring. And two, well, the return of yours truly. They were not going to be disappointed. Not tonight. The time had come. Get ready folks. It's on. An unfamiliar music filled came booming through the speakers of the PA system. The sound of rapper The Game's voice came in saying...

The Game: "Dre, I see dead people...
Murda, murda
Leave mine alone, better mind your own (or it's)
Murda, murda
When the heat is on, better ride with chrome (or it's)
Murda, murda
If that beam is on your life is gone and it's...
Murda!

Out he comes onto the stage, but the fans don't know what to think. He wore a black hooded sweatshirt with the hood up and covering almost his whole face. The fans couldn't see much else. They didn't know whether to cheer or to boo him. The music was something they never heard before. The appearance wasn't leaving much to guess from. They'd have to wait and see what happens. He continued on down the ramp. Not really looking at the fans. As much as he'd love to have them cheering his name and loving him once again, he had to wait for the perfect moment. He turned his head to the right for a moment. Looking at the expressions on their faces while keeping his face hidden at the same time.

The memories began to flood back into his mind. Reminiscing on the moments he's had in the past. Remembering back to Ohio. The place where the controversy had started and was born once he left the WWE. Remember back to all the hatred he's gained over the years. People would kill to be him. People would kill him if they had the chance. If it was a war that they wanted, he was more than willing to wage it with them. He took out someone that he considered a friend. And then his friends at the time wanted revenge. From that moment forward, he had considered himself made for life in this business. If he was able to ruffle up so many people's feathers in such a short amount of time, he knew that he was going to go far in this business. Let's just say, he had a good feeling. And this time, that feeling was very right.

His memories of New York were not too far behind that. It didn't stop in Ohio. No. It continued to grow. The hate and envy people felt against him just spread like a virus. It infected everyone's mind. It made everyone within 100 feet of him have an undeniable hatred toward him. Did he blame them? Nah. He welcomed the hatred they felt. He poked it with the proverbial stick and made it brew even more. He didn't care. He won some. He lost some. But one thing remained constant. He remained on the top of his game and did his job like no one else could. He was one of the most hardest working men in this business. Anyone else claiming to be so? They were lying through their teeth.

And if that wasn't bad enough, don't think it stopped in New York. No. It even spread nationwide. It spread internationally. This hatred had even spread up North. It spread out into Toronto, Canada. Terror could be one word to describe this era. This is when the bigger times in his life had happened. Achieving that almost legendary status. Or at least some would consider him a legend in the making if he wasn't considered one already. Five long years in this business doesn't make a legend, but he'll be damned if he hadn't reached a level that was close to it. His name was on the lips of many people. He was on the mind of many. Why? Because he did what many could rarely do. He was one of the most hard working men to ever step foot in this business. Sure. He had taken losses. He had also taken some wins. But have people got on his level? Highly doubt it. Actions speak louder than words. And his actions? They spoke in volumes that would literally leave you deaf if this was literal.

There he stood in the ring. Finally inside. His music had ended. It was time for a new era to start. It was time for a new chapter to begin. The fans completely unaware of who it is that stands before him in the squared circle. That hood on his sweater covering his face. His identity kept secret from the world. But not for long. He lifted his black taped hands up toward his head. It was time for them to know who it was that was in the ring right now. He slowly took a hold of the sides of the hood. Then he began to slide the hood off the back of his head. Revealing the dark black hair covering his face at the moment. The red bandanna wrapped across his forehead. His pale face being revealed. The darkness of his eyes behind shown. Once the hood was slipped off his head, he lifted it and looked out among the crowd.

The crowd was in complete and utter shock at what they were seeing. He began to take slow steps in a 360 motion so that everyone could see his face. It was hard to recognize him but the fans knew. The fans knew just who the hell it was that they were looking at. That trademark smirk crossing his lips. Then he threw his arms up into the air and the fans exploded.

The fan jumped out of their seats. Cheering their lungs out. It was him. It was Tha Infamous 187. Your all knowing. Your all seeing. You omniscient GAWDfather of this gangsta shit. Your favorite wrestler's favorite wrestler. The Piru Blood from Compton. It was him. He was back and he was well. The last time anyone had seen or heard anything about him was back in Toronto. He was in a hospital. Laid in a bed in a comatose state. Did he know this? No. He just figured he blacked out and ended up waking up in a prison like room. But the fans were just so happy to see him. Hell, he could see some of the fans with tears of joy filling their eyes. It didn't take long for the flash photography to nearly blind 187 where he stood. His smirk grew. The first time in a long time, he actually felt some kind of happiness. He began to nod his head slightly. Slowly taking steps toward the side of the ring. He extended a hand over the ropes. Requesting a microphone from a ringside staff member. Which they would rush one to him as soon as possible. With microphone in hand, he began to back step until he was in the middle now. Raising the microphone up to his lips. It was time to speak to the people...

"What is up St. Louis!?"

The fans roared again. Excited much? You bet your ass they were.

"Guess who's back in the mothafuckin' house?!!?!? I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Uh oh! What's my mothafuckin' name?"

Lowering the mic, the chant started. That familiar "1-8-7! 1-8-7! 1-8-7!" high paced chant began to echo the walls of the arena.

"Damn straight. I'm back bitches. The ONE and ONLY.... Infamous...... 1! 8! 7! The TRUE King of Controversy. The Blood King. The mothafuckin' Piru Don. Whatever you wanna call me. I'm back. And guess what? I'm back and I'm Global once again. I'm worldwide connected and coming to hood near you. Back by popular demand. I'm here to set the tone. I'm here to take that damn bar and field goal punt that bitch to a level that only people like myself, Shaquille O'Neal, and Yao Ming can reach. It seems like theirs too many people trying to claim my spot these days. It seems that there's so many eyes on my throne lately. I only got one thing to say to you people... Keep your eyes off my throne and your hands off my crown... Or get your ass laid down... I am the realest mothafucka to have ever hit the ring. There's too many of these fake ass wanna-be wankstas in the business. I was looking through the roster here in GCW... And let me tell you.... Goddamn! How many people need to imitate the originator of all of this? How many people feel the need to imitate what can NOT EVER be duplicated? Too many of you are trying to be what you will NEVER be. You wanted controversy? You're looking at the embodiment of that. You wanted excitement? Look no further. There ain't a soul on this planet like me. You can keep trying to reproduce carbon copies of me and you will never meet another quite like me. Dress yourself in the baggy clothes. Throw on a rag. Grab a chain. Do whatever the hell you need to do to show how gangsta you are. But you will NEVER be able to be like me bitches. Quit imitating. And don't think I forgot about the rest of you guys in the back. You think I wasn't going to get around to you? I know there's a large amount of these fake ass gangstas trying to be the original. But there's still plenty of you other bastards who need to quit picking what you like about me and putting that into yourself. King of Controversy? Pfft, bitch please. What do you do that's even remotely controversial? Oh! I get a mic and talk shit. Big whoop. I live controversy. I breathe controversy. I am controversy. Sure. You beat me. Yeah. You got a win over me on a bad night. So what? One win don't mean jack. Prove it again in the ring. See how bad you are. Let's see. Who else we got here? That clown still around? Him and his little make up wearing buddy of his? Yeah. I seen you bastards. You guys still looking for war? Come find me. I'm not too hard to find. I seen the last time we met, it looks like I smacked the facepaint off of your asses. Ha! Guess you weren't as "xtreme" or "violent" as you claimed to be, eh? Let's see. What else? Oh, oh. Don't tell me they let Sasquatch and his big brother in here did they? Damn. They took anyone in GCW, I see. Really stretching to have those roster filler spots taken. Oh well. Pull the needle out your asses yet? I didn't think so. Can't be a wrestling company without the steroid pumped freaks running around. Can't be. Guess I can't forget everyone's favorite boxer right? The big afro-headed rat. The Snitch of the Year. You know who the hell you are? Guess they let you in here too? Ha. Wonder if you've gotten any better than the last time we met in the ring. I believe it was I who stood victorious right? Yeah. I think it was me who won the war. Don't think I forgot about you. You're still breathing. Can't let another rat run these streets. You'll get yours. Shit. There's too many of you punk bitches to choose from. So let me just put it like this bastards... You want some...? Come get it bitches. I ain't going no where... Who's going to be the first to throw me a welcome home party?"

And it was then that a certain music hit the PA system...

[Joe Bruiser]

All of the sudden the lights went out in the arena. The fans as well as 187 had no idea what was going on. You think darkness would scare 187? Hell no. The fans and 187 eagerly awaiting what is going to happen. All of the sudden the lights pop on above the ring. 187 looks around, then all of the sudden a video begins to play on the titantron. The first thing you see is an old school Toronto 187. Then his name pops up on the screen over the picture. Then you see 187 getting thrown out of the ring, the camera was cut off to where it did not show who threw him out. The next vid you see is 187 talking to reporters. All of the sudden you hear.........a voice. But not just any voice, this voice as a VERY LOW tone to it to where you have no idea who it is speaking.

[glow=blue,2,300]187...................[/glow]

187 looks around the arena.

[glow=blue,2,300]Bring back any memories yet? Ha, I bet they did hahahahaha.[/glow]

You then see 187 on top of someone punching the living shit out of them. Once again you can not see who it is he is punching. What does all of this mean? The next vid you see is 187 lying down inside of a cage, he just lies there struggling to get to his feet. Next you see 187 running and passing some fast asses on a track and field. Next you see a few pictures of 187, only these were all modified by ONE particular person. Someone that 187 had ALOT of problems with. Someone that 187 had a HUGE hatred for, someone that 187 just wished he could of killed. The voice speaks again.

[glow=blue,2,300]Any of those help out 187? If it hasn't yet.....then............[/glow]

The voice doesn't finish the sentence. The next scene is 187 is doing is "Break Ya Neck" finisher to someone. But the same as above, the person he was doing it to was blocked out. As 187 stands there in the ring, some memories are coming back to him. But not many. He wonders what all this shit means. Then all of the sudden you hear the voice again.

[glow=blue,2,300]I believe you have........mentioned me in that sad little speech of yours.[/glow]

187 looks around the arena, then it comes to him. Could it be................ All of the sudden a light pops onto the stage and you see a figure standing there with there back turned to 187. The person was wearing a long blue robe with red straps on them. The person also had a hood on. The hood barely fit though, but none the less they had it on. There hands are in front of them so 187 can't see them. Then.........all of the sudden, the person speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]187.................you know who I am. We are very familiar with each other.[/glow]

Oh snap 187 just smiles as he stands there staring at the figure in blue.

[glow=blue,2,300]Welcome back............[/glow]

The Mic is thrown to the side as all of the sudden Eye of the Tiger hits over the arena and the fans go nuts as 187 just nods and smirks as he knows that it is none other the the one man in 187's life that NEVER backed down. The one man that was ALWAYS up for a challenge. The one man that always had the BALLS to go face to face with 187. That man is none other then.............

Joe Bruiser then raises his arms up very fast and throws off his hood and spins around and faces 187 as the fans just simply go nuts for the two future Hall of fame wrestlers. Joe just stands there with his arms spread apart and staring right at 187. His sunglasses just have the glare of 187 in them. Joe then lowers his arms and continues to stare at 187. The crowd just wont stop screaming for the two men. The reaction is like none other, it is just as good as The Hogan and Rock reaction that they received. After about 2 minutes of standing there on the stage, Joe then begins to walk slowly down the ramp NOT taking one eye off of 187. 187 doesn't take his eye off of Joe either. Ohhhh the hatred can just be felt all over the arena. The spines of the fans must be tinging. Shit Joe's spine was tingling when he saw that the mo fo was still alive and about. Joe has made his way to the ring and just stands there at the ring staring at 187 as the fans still scream. After about 30 seconds of standing there, Joe then walks over and climbs up the stairs and into the ring. Once in the ring Joe just walks VERY slowly over to the other side of the ring to receive a Mic. And during this whole time, he never once took an eye off of 187. You can just tell by the look on Joe's face that he is as SERIOUS as he has EVER been. Joe receives the mic and he walks over and is now face to face with 187. Both men just stare at each other as Joe raises the Mic. But as he does he then lowers it again and just stares around at the crowd as they begin to chant BRUISER, BRUISER, BRUISER. Joe looks to his right, then to his left, then back at 187. Right when he looks back the crowd switches there chant to a 187, 187, 187. 187 then looks to his right, then to his left, then back at Bruiser. Joe raises the Mic again, but the fans begin to do another Bruiser chant as he holds his hand up for them to stop. They do after about 15 seconds. Joe finally speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]187..........[/glow]

Joe stops right there as 187 gets the VERY familiar smirk on his face.

[glow=blue,2,300]Welcome back........from the dead.[/glow]

The fans scream for 187n as he raises his left hand for the fans who begin to chant 187, 187, 187. 187 lowers his arm as that smirk continues on his face as Joe speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]How was hell? Was it as.....hot and humid as they say it is? How was Satin? Was he as mean and and tortures as they say he is? How is Hitler?[/glow]

187 doesn't say anything.

[glow=blue,2,300]How is Saddam?[/glow]

187 once again doesn't say anything.

[glow=blue,2,300]How is Napoleon, Attila, Capone, Henry the 8th, Booth, Oswald, HOW IS PRINCE FUCKING JOHN?[/glow]

Joe jerks the Mic away from his face as 187's eyes get big for a second. The crowd begins to chant BRUISER, BRUISER, BRUISER. Joe begins to look to his right again, then back to his left, then back at 187.

[glow=blue,2,300]How are they 187? Huh? I bet there all having a cup of HOT MOLTED LAVA RIGHT NOW.[/glow]

The crowd begins to chant 187, 187, 187. 187 looks to his right, then back to his left, then back at Joe.

[glow=blue,2,300]You are DEAD GOD DAMNIT, DEADDDDDDDDDD.[/glow]

Shit is Joe going to lose it? Joe then lowers the Mic as he can just tell by looking at 187 that he is not the same man he was before his accident. Joe raises the Mic back up to his mouth.

[glow=blue,2,300]Well you came back from the dead, and yet, you are already more popular the Pope himself. Shit id be glad about that. No one other then then Elvis himself could of gotten that kind of reaction after coming back from the dead.[/glow]

The fans begin to do another 187 chant.

[glow=blue,2,300]Was he down there to? After all he did have a bad life from what his BIOGRAPHY said.[/glow]

The fans now chant BRUISER, BRUISER, BRUISER.

[glow=blue,2,300]Tell me man, how did you do it? How did you..........MIRACULOSLY come back to life? Wait a second, was Merlin down there?[/glow]

Fans laugh as they then begin to chant 187, 187, 187. 187 looks to his right, then to his left, then back at Bruiser. As soon as he faces Bruiser again, the crowd switches chants to BRUISER, BRUISER, BRUISER. Joe looks to his right, then to his left, then back at 187.

[glow=blue,2,300]Tell the ENTIRE WORLD how you did it? I am sure The Mayor of St. Louis would like to know as well. After all, they didn't expect these kind of ratings. Shit, you would make Georgia Frontiere happy. Her Rams didn't do so well this year. I was there at the hospitol........watching you just lie there motionless. I watched you lie there heartless. I EVEN watched you lie there relentless. Yes 187, The One with the FRO, The Eye of the Tiger, THE BIG BAD EX BOXER THAT YOU SO TOTALLY DISPICE................came and visited you at the hospital. Why? You must be asking yourself that. Oh wait, do you even remember being in the hospital?[/glow]

187 begins to raise the Mic as Bruiser cuts him off.

[glow=blue,2,300]No wait hold that thought for a second. Yeah I was there 187, you know who else was there? A young fan.[/glow]

187's eyes get big for a second.

[glow=blue,2,300]A young 187 fan that I brought in with me. He was crying because you were lieing there on that bed. MOTIONLESS, RELENTLESS, HELPLESS, AND HEARTLESS. You have never had a heart 187, and you never will. Hell, what heart you did have now belongs to the Devil himself. I bet he was all nice about giving your soul back. This young fan was a little boy, no older then TEN. TEN years old 187, and he had to STAND there staring at his hero just lieing there on the bed. With tears running down his cheeks he could barely say, "Is he going to be alright?" [/glow]

Joe just shakes his head.

[glow=blue,2,300]I simply just said, "I don't know little man." I mean what else was I suppose to say? OH YES THE BIG BAD MO FO OF A GANGSTA was going to go visit hell and come back from it? Shit, he would of thought I was nuts if I said that.[/glow]

Joe shakes his head again as the fans begin to shout BRUISER, BRUISER, BRUISER. Joe looks to his right, then to his left, then back at 187. The crowd shifts to a 187, 187, 187 chant. 187 looks to his right, then to his left, then back at Bruiser who then speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]So whats your secret? How were you able to go to hell and back FO REAL SHIZZLE?[/glow]

Joe didn't even laugh at his own stupid joke. He just simply lowered the Mic and just stared at 187. Face to face both men were. 187, finally speaks.

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187 began to nod his head. Smirk on his face. He brought his free hand up to his chin for a moment. It looked like this man had not changed. He had not changed one bit. That was great. That was just great. He did mention somethings that got to him though. Being in a coma? In a hospital? When did this happen? Perhaps that wasn't just a black out the night he was shot. He'll do his research on that later. For now? It was about him and Bruiser. Once again. In this very ring. One night only. The third times a charm. He lifted the microphone up to his lips, and it was on again...

"Well... Let me just first start off by saying... Hell... It's a bitch. When I got there... I looked around... Found Lucifer... Walked up to that big, red sumbitch... Looked his ass right in his beady little yellow eyes... Hocked back... Spit in his face... And told him to raise up out of my damn seat.... And guess what...? The stupid bastard did..."

He paused for a moment. Laughing. Yeah. He thought that was funny. The fans seemed to have thought so too.

"Now you want to know why I'm standing here in this ring tonight...? You want to know why I'm not dead...? Well.. You and Amanda Wallace both would like to know, my friend.... Let me just put it like this... Death can't handle me... You honestly thought that I was going to die...? You thought that someone was going to put me out of my misery with lousy bullets...? No. You're wrong. Dead wrong. Bullets? Kill me? Nah. Not even on my worst day. Not even on your best day. You can't kill what can't be killed, my friend. It's just not possible for Death to be killed. Didn't they teach that to kids back in like... I don't know... Elementary school..? Probably not. Kids would be pissing in their pants if they brought that up. Well... Let me school you on the subject. Death... It can't be killed. I can't be killed. You're going to need the entire fuckin' army to kill me. You're going to have to go out and find yourself one of those weapons of mass destruction... Pin point my location... And nuke my ass if you want me dead fool. But that.... That's neither here nor there...."

He turns and looks at the titantron. Raising an eyebrow and looking back at Bruiser.

"So... What was all that about...? That supposed to impress me? Was that supposed to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside? A little "This Is Your Life: 187" kind of thing? You haven't changed a bit man. You have not changed one fuckin' bit. Coming out here. Ranting and raving on about things in the past. Going on and on about what we did back then. Going on about what we did before. We don't need you wasting time and breath on bringing up the past. I kicked your ass from one side of the globe ALL the way to the other side of the globe. I know this. The fans know this. You know this. We've been through it all. There's no need to point out what's happened already. Focus on the future Bruiser. You concentrate too much on the past, you're going to be stuck wondering what the hell is going on while I'm at the finish line. What is it that you want Bruiser? You want to throw me a party? Let me guess. You're going to tell someone to let the balloons go? You got those two clowns in blowing up some balloons for me? You got Sasquatch baking me a cake? Don't tell me. You've got people you some how will shock the world that you found some people who had done something in my life? You got some kind of party going on here? Whatcha want Bruiser? You want to face me in the ring again? Is that it? Is that what you're out here for? Well... Let's just see if this is even worth my time...."

He looked out to the left side of the ring. Looking at the fans.

"Tell me something St. Louis.... Do you want to see Tha Infamous 187... go one on one with "The Marvelous" Joe Bruiser?"

The fans begins to cheer. 187 nods his head. Then he turns over to the right side of the ring.

"Come on, come on. I know you guys can do better than that. Does St. Louis, Missouri want to see 187 versus Bruiser or not?"

The fans stood out of their seats again. Cheering at the top of their lungs again. They wanted to see this match happen. 187 brought his free hand up to his ear and pretended to dig the ear wax out of his ear. Then he looked out behind the announcers.

"Uhh... I didn't quite hear that... Can you repeat that...?

Yup. The fans tried to cheer as loud as they could. 187 began nodding his head. One side left. He walked over to the ramp side of the ring.

"You guys sure you want this...? 187... Bruiser... Round three...?"

One final cheer came from the fans. The loudest out of all four times. 187 began to nod his head. Smirking bigger. Yeah. They were definitely going to get what they paid for. 187 turned his attention back to Joe Bruiser.

"The fans want it. They want it bad. How about it Bruiser? Is that what you came here for? Looking for a match? Or you throwing me a party?"

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe looks around at the screaming crowd, then back at 187. Joe smiles as he speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]Before I answer that question fans and 187, I just happen to have a memory refresher for ya. Funny that you mention a this is your life segment.[/glow]

Joe turns and looks at the titantron.

[glow=blue,2,300]PLAYYYYYYYYYYYYY the music.[/glow]

187 looks at Joe with an OH BOY look on his face. All of the sudden some weird birthday type music hits over the arena and Joe looks at 187 and smiles. Confetti begins to fall from from the ceiling. 187 is looking and walking all around the ring while Joe just stands there and smiles. You all of the sudden hear a voice........

ADRIAN? GO TO THE OFFICE MISTER.

187 has a confused look on his face as all the sudden, you see an old ass lady come out onto the stage.

[glow=blue,2,300]187...............[/glow]

187 looks at Joe.

[glow=blue,2,300]THIS...........IS YOUR LIFE.[/glow]

187 begins to look around at the crowd and he tries to knock as much confetti as he can. Joe raises his arms and just takes in the confetti. After a minute of confetti falling, you all of the sudden see an old ass lady come out onto the stage. This lady looks to be about 85 or so, she is wearing a wig and is of African American Decent. She is wearing the usual old lady clothes for her age. Although they look to be a bit 70ish, but oh well. Joe speaks as the music continues to play.

[glow=blue,2,300]187, I present to you, your 3RD GRADE TEACHER.[/glow]

The fans go wild as the teacher tries to taunt but she is so old it is impossible for her to even raise her arms. 187 looks at Joe and just shakes his head. The lady makes her way down the ramp and SLOWLY into the ring as she goes over to hug 187. 187 gives her the finger and the most disgusted look came across Mr.s Howard's face. The fans go nuts after 187 gave her the finger.

[glow=blue,2,300]Whoa whoa whoa 187, in case you STILL don't remember , this is Mrs. Layla J. Howard. Your 3RD Grade Teacher. Now I know nothing of your school life, but I would bet ONE MILLION Dollars that you gave this women hell? Oh and before I forget............[/glow]

Joe turns back to the titantron.

[glow=blue,2,300]COME ON OUT HERE NOW.[/glow]

All of the sudden, you see a few clowns bring out balloons to the ring, they dance all around the stage and ramp as they make there way down to the ring. Once at the ring they get inside and run wild all threw the ring holding the balloons tightly.

[glow=blue,2,300]You see 187, I figured......since you can't seem to remember anything about your past. I figured id bring your past back to you. Starting off with Mrs. Layla J. Howard.[/glow]

Fans scream as Layla smiles.

[glow=blue,2,300]Mrs. Howard told me 187, that you were by far her worst student that she EVER EVER taught in school. And she has taught grades from 12th on down to Kindergarten. She was just unlucky to happen to have you in her 3rd grade class. She told me of a story about one time when you were all pissed off at her, that you got up and ran over to the chalk board, and you began to throw chalk at her.[/glow]

Fans and the people in the ring laugh.

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

Fans laugh with Joe.

[glow=blue,2,300]You threw Chalk at your teacher? My god what would posses you to do such a thing? Did a fellow student steal your pencil or something? And you tried to get it back, but she started to yell at you. So you then decided to go and throw CHALK AT HER?[/glow]

The fans laugh.

[glow=blue,2,300]Any memories brought back yet? 187.[/glow]

Joe lowers the Mic and waits for a response from 187.

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He lifted his free hand up and began to brush the confetti off of him. How did he just know that this sort of thing was in the works? How did he just know off the top of his head that someone planned something this stupid for him? Word spreads fast it seems. Guess it's one of those type of situations that you just know what you're enemy is going to do next. He shook his head. Lifting his microphone up to his lips, he looks at this Mrs. Layla J. Howard. He had never seen this old woman in his life.

"Who... in the hell... are you...?"

The old woman had reached up and took the microphone from Bruiser so that she could respond.

Mrs. Howard: "Don't you remember me Adrian? You were in my class in 3rd grade. You would sit right next to Jayceon and Darryl. "

"No, no, no. You see. That's a lie. That's a bold faced lie right there. You? I never seen you a day in my life. I don't know where Bruiser gets his sources, but I've never even heard your name before. "

Mrs. Howard: "How can you not remember me? You used to be in detention just about every other week."

"Right, right, right..."

Mrs. Howard: "...And it's that kind of attitude Adrian that caused you get those detentions..."

"Bullshit. Get the fuck outta this ring. Spreading those kind of lies around here. I don't even know who the hell you are lady. And quite frankly... I don't give a fuck neither. So how about you wobble your ancient ass to the back and take a nap? Before you wind up having a heart attack in the middle of the ring. And I ain't having that on my hands. Now get on with your old ass."

Mrs. Howard just frowned and shook her head. Turning away from 187 before getting out of the ring and heading up the ramp to the back slowly. As she headed back, 187 looked back at Bruiser.

"Alright. Cut the bullshit. You going to do this or not. I ain't got ti-...."

He was cut off by Bruiser saying....

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]For your information 187, that was not bullshit. She provided me with a TON of information about you. Well, about the little 187. 187, do you recognize this voice?[/glow]

DON'T YOU FUCK THIS UP ADRIAN.

187 looks around the ring as you hear siren going off. All of the sudden appearing on stage is a middle aged whit guy in a black suit. The guy wears glasses and smiles as he stands there on stage.

[glow=blue,2,300]187, may I introduce to you someone who I bet you are VERY FAMILIAR with. Your Parole Officer David Mckelvey.[/glow]

187 begins to walk around the ring as Mr. Mckelvey makes his way on down the ramp and into the ring. Mr. Mckelvey walks over to 187 and holds his hand out to him. 187 just stands there and stares at David.

[glow=blue,2,300]What? No handshake for the man that HAS to be your best friend in the world? This man has helped you threw your toughest times 187. He even told me had to talk you out of trying to VIOLATE your parole. Not just once but THREE TIMES 187. THREE TIMES you considered violating your Parole? Well I gotta say 187, I did nearly get you put back into to prison. After all, you did RUIN my BWWUUZZAA Commercial. Mr. Mckelvey here, should ring a few bells if he hasn't already.[/glow]

Joe looks around the ring as David takes the Mic from Joe. 187 speaks.

[m]

Raising an eyebrow. He looked at the Officer David McKelvey. Then he looked over at Bruiser. Then he looked back at Officer McKelvey. Then he looked back at Bruiser. Then finally back at Officer McKelvey. He took a deep breath. Lowered his head. Shaking it. Sighing. Bruiser can't be serious. He lifted the microphone up to his lips.

"Come on now Bruiser. Seriously... What the hell? What the hell Bruiser? A fake parole officer? Come on now. You've gotta come one better than that Bruiser. It was sad to bring an elderly lady out here to pose as my 3rd grade teacher. But to bring out another to pose as my old parole officer? That's just... I don't know... sad. "

He turned his attention to Officer McKelvey.

"How much did he pay you to come out here? Honestly... How much did Bruiser pay you?"

Officer McKelvey: "He didn't pay me a thing. Don't act like you don't know me Adrian. You know full well the history we've had together."

"Fuck that. I don't know you man. You can keep coming out here and spewing the lies that pop into your head. But in the reality... In the real reality of it all... There is no way in hell that you are my old parole officer. So why don't you head off to the back too and hang out with the Mrs. Howard?"

Officer McKelvey: "Don't pull that bullshit with me Adrian. You know full well what we've been through to get you to the point in your life right now. If it wasn't for me, you'd be locked up in a maximum security prison just praying to see the light of day again. You sure you want to keep going with this?"

Laughing to himself. Shaking his head. Wow. He looked back at Officer McKelvey.

"You know... I think I just might..."

187 swiftly kicked the Officer McKelvey in his gut. Dropping the microphone in the process. He then quickly turns and jumps up in the air. Grabbing Officer McKelvey in mid air and one handed jumping cutters (Break Ya Neck) his punk ass on the mat. Leaving him unconscious in the middle of the ring. He then grabs the microphone off the mat and stands back to his feet. Looking back at Bruiser. He says...

"Now look at what you made me do. Look what you made me do Bruiser. Stop the bullshit."

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe just stands there looking at the Parole officer who is in major pain on the ground.

[glow=blue,2,300]Dude SERIOUSLY now was that even necessary?[/glow]

187 smiles and nods.

[glow=blue,2,300]It was necessary to kick what I would assume now would be your EX PAROLE OFFICER, right the gut?[/glow]

187 smiles.

[glow=blue,2,300]Your one fucked up mother fucker.[/glow]

Fans go nuts.

[glow=blue,2,300]Now onto your next memory. This man was.........well.....he holds a SPECIAL SPOT in your OLD heart. This man was by far more hated by you then I am. And that is saying something. 187, do you recognize this voice?[/glow]

JUDGMENT for the Plaintiff to go STRAIGHT TO JAIL AND DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT COLLECT 200 DOLLARS.

187 squints his eyes as you then hear pounding of a hammer over the arena. An older man wearing a Judge Robe arrives out onto the stage.

[glow=blue,2,300]187, let me introduce to you The man who sent you to PRISON COUNTLESS TIMES. I present to you JUDGE WILLIAM JUDY.[/glow]

The fans go nuts as Judge Judy makes his way down the ramp and into the ring. The Judge walks over and stands beside of Joe and does a hand signal of hitting a mallet on a desk.

[glow=blue,2,300]Haha guess what? JUDGE Judy even drives a 71 PONTIAC GTO JUDGE.[/glow]

Joe and the fans laugh as Joe hands the Mic over to The Judge and 187 speaks.

[m]

One fucked up mothafucka? Nah. Just slightly unstable. And this night was beginning to wear thin on what little patience he had left for this nonsense. Shaking his head. Bruiser didn't know what he was trying to provoke. Of course, the name was the same. But the person? You could say he was a changed man. 187 turned his attention to this Judge Williams Judy.

"Bruiser... Hope you have plenty of room in that conscience of yours... Cause if I have to lay out everyone you've got in the back to prove a point... Then so be it...."

Judge Judy: "If you put your hands on me son, you'll find yourself incarcerated faster than you can "Infamous." Don't test me. You will get yourself burned."

"Don't test you? Do you know who you're talking to? Obviously not. Because you're not the judge who's sent me to prison in the past. If you were, you would know full well what I'm capable of. And you would not be talking to me in that sort of tone. Understand something judge... This is MY domain. We're not in a court room. You hold no power here. You're in MY ring. And guess what?"

Judge Judy: "What?"

Once again, there was a swift kick to the stomach of Judge Judy. Spin. Jump up into the air. Grabs him mid air. One handed jumping cutter (Break Ya Neck) AGAIN. Leaving the Judge stretched out right next to Officer McKelvey. 187 grabbed the microphone he dropped. Standing back to his feet. He looked back at Bruiser.

"Happy yet? I can go all night. I'll break the neck of each and every stupid sumbitch you've hired for this little get togeter until you've run out. Just accept the match or find yourself in the same position as the Judge and the Parole Officer."

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe leans over and gets on his knees to check and see if Judge Judy was alright. Indeed he will be, Medics come out to retrieve him. Joe gets back up onto his feet, with the Mic in his hand he speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]That makes TWO people you have hurt. You will be lucky if you do not go back to prison you STUPID SON OF A BITCH.[/glow]

Fans begin to scream 187, 187, 187. 187 looks to his right, then to his left, then back at Joe. The crowd switches there chant to BRUISER, BRUISER, BRUISER. Joe looks to his right, then to his left, then back to 187.

[glow=blue,2,300]It does appear that you have lost your Patience. Am I right.........187?[/glow]

187 nods.

[glow=blue,2,300]Well luck for you 187, I only have ONE more person for you to RE MEET.[/glow]

Joe begins to pace.

[glow=blue,2,300]This feller was found at a modeling session. He was posing for a magazine. When I went and looked up your past and read your biography on wikipedia, I ended up finding that you were once in a fed called the VWE over in Ohio? While you were down there you ended up getting mixed up with someone. A fellow wrestler like you and I 187. When I talked with him, he told me the LONG ASS STORY of what you guys went threw. My god I am amazed that you guys survived after what you two went threw. Now, I know nothing of any of the people that helped you guys survive that adventure. But what I do know is, this guy has wanted to see you since then. And I do no think he wants to give you pickles and daisies either. 187..............may I present to you...............[/glow]

Just Look at Me Hits over the arena and none other then "The Hot Stuff" Johnny Phoenix appears on the GCW stage. He stands there and taunts for the mixed reaction fan base. Phoenix is wearing a pair of blue jeans with his wrestling vest on as well as his shades.

[glow=blue,2,300]"THE HOT STUFF' JOHNNYYYYYYYYYYYYY PHOENIX.[/glow]

Phoenix does some gay dance on down the ramp as he makes his way to the ring. Hard to take some time off from a busy schedule like Phoenix has. Phoenix stands on the apron of the ring and licks his finger and touches his ass with it. He jumps up and down like his ass burned him. Typical male model for ya, thinking there THE HOT STUFF. Phoenix laughs as he climbs one of the turnbuckles and taunts for the fans. Phoenix then walks over to the other side of the ring and receives a Mic from a ring worker. Phoenix walks over and shakes hands with Bruiser. Phoenix then turns his attention to the one and only 187. Phoenix removes his shades and speaks.

The Infamous 187.

The fans scream as they now cheer PHOENIX, PHOENIX, PHOENIX. Damn did you ever think Phoenix would get that kind of reaction from the fans? Must be because he is in the presence of 187 and Bruiser.

How long has it been now? Two years or so?

187 just stands there.

You have NOOOOOOO idea how long I have been waiting for this moment 187.

Phoenix turns to Bruiser as the fans scream.

Luckily your good friend Mr. Bruiser here, found me and told me that you were STILL ALIVE. I did see on the news not to long ago, that FORMER PRO WRESTLER Adrian Taylor AKA Tha Infamous 187, was killed. My reaction to that was NOT GOOD. I had to buy a new TV after I saw that. But anyways, now a couple of months later.

Phoenix begins to pace.

I receive a call from Mr. Bruiser that you are indeed ALIVE AND KICKING.

The fans scream 187, 187, 187. 187 looks to his right, then to his left, then back at Phoenix and Bruiser. The fans then switch to BRUISER. BRUISER, BRUISER. Joe looks to his right, then to his left, then back at 187. The fans switch to PHOENIX, PHOENIX, PHOENIX. Johnny looks to his right, then to his left, then back at 187.

What do you remember about our little...adventure we had? Oh wait thats right, you have had AMNESIA SOMEHOW. You can't remember your right from your left. You can't remember your own name. You can't remember a dick from a pussy probably.

The fans laugh along with Phoenix and Bruiser.

So allow me to...REFRESH your memory Infamous one.

Phoenix smiles.

We were involved in a bar fight at a local bar, down from the Bingo Hall. We were walking with a few friends who go by the name of Esperanza and The Human Tornado. Names ring a bell? Oh wait I forgot you lost your brain. My bad. In the middle of the fight,that of course I was winning. The cops were called. We then had to TAKE OFF RUNNING where we ended up stuck god knows where. We argued the entire time...which of course I won as well.We had to pretty much run threw out the entire city. Cops all over our tail, the FBI all over our tail, shit I bet VWE even had people on our tails. And they FOUND US 187. WE WERE PUT IN A HOLDING CELL TOGETHERRRRRRRRRR. You would NOT STOP BEING A JACKASS TO ME. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE WORST COUPLE OF DAYS OF MY LIFE.

Phoenix lowers the Mic and holds back his anger.

[glow=blue,2,300]Easy now Johnny, we don't need a brawl here in the middle of this segment.[/glow]

Phoenix looks at Joe, then at 187.

The officers were about KILL US BOTH after we gave them hell. Well, you gave them more hell then me, but none the less they were ready to KILL US. But, then we were able to receive some help from a few guys that go by the name of James The Reaper, and Sean "The Revolutionist" Freedom. They helped us break out of prison. They took us to James house where I FINALLY gave in and asked you why you were such a jackass. We engaged in a good conversation which was nice. We learned alot about each other that night 187. I learned ALL ABOUT your past. And you learned all about MINE. Later on that morning, we had to get our ass back to the Bingo Hall. THAT.......was fun. We had to cross a busy highway. We had to run between some cars, well ALOT of cars, dodge some police cars, dodge traffic going 80 MPH. But, we made it to the other side. Then, once at the other side, I looked around............and you were gone. YOU DISAPPEARED ON ME. WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO YOU SON OF A BITCH? I ALMOST GOT CAUGHT BY THE POLICE AND YOU RAN AWAYYYYYYY. I should of known better to trust a troubled young soul like yours.

Phoenix shakes his head as Bruiser looks on.

YOU SON OF A BITCH. You left me for dead. You left me to ROT IN THE MIDDLE OF A VERY HOT DAY IN OHIO.

Phoenix goes and gets into the face of 187.

I have more reason to hate you then ANYONE. Yet, I find myself respecting you.

Joe walks over in case he has to separate these two. He hopes that he made the right choice in bringing Phoenix here.

Why...I do not know why. But does it matter why? Does it really matter since the adventure brought us together as friends? If I had a choice to go back in time, I wouldn't CHANGE A DAMN THING ABOUT THAT ADVENTURE. Except, for you to not of ran away. NO one and I mean NO ONE knows what happened after you ran away.

Phoenix looks around at the fans for a second.

And that........is the way...........its going to stay.

Phoenix lowers the Mic and stays in 187's face as Joe speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]Alrighty.........folks, I believe that settles it.[/glow]

Joe walks over and grabs Phoenix's arm and pulls him away from 187. 187 then speaks as Joe turns around.

[m]

Shaking his head. Wow. This was actually... surprising. Finally. Someone he actually recognized from the years ago. This fool? This Johnny Phoenix? The only person who actually spoke the truth so far tonight. Well, him and 187 himself of course. Laughing slightly to himself, he began to nod his head. Lifting the microphone up to his lips to respond...

"Wow. Just... wow.... I don't even know what to say.... You finally actually did some legit research Bruiser.... Some actual legit research for once in your life. I'm shocked. Really. I'm truly shocked to see this mothafucka in front of me again. Goddamn man... It's been awhile. It's really been awhile since then. Shit. The things we've done been through in that place in Ohio... I ain't even allowed back in that state anymore...."

Pausing for a moment. Just looking at this dude Phoenix. Doesn't look like he has changed one bit since the last time he saw him. Not one bit. He was just like how he used to remember him. But what's this stuff about amnesia that they keep talking about? Must've got their stories confused with some other person there. Oh well. No matter.

"So... What're you here for again? To bitch, whine, moan, and complain about the past? Is that it? You've still got hurt feelings over things that happened so long ago? Damn. And people tell me I hold grudges. What is it with people and thinking I'm dead? Seriously... That's one... two... three people now. Three people who were shocked as hell to see that I'm still breathing. Don't look so surprised people. If you honestly... Truly thought you knew me... And then go off and think I was dead...? Well... Then you obviously must not know me THAT well then. So here you are Phoenix. Still as bitchy as ever when it comes to talking to me. Still blaming me on things that could have avoided if you hadn't started the bullshit that caused that little fiasco. You seem to forget something. You threw the first punch. I acted on self defense. And bitches called the cops because they were scared. But... That's over. That's done with. That's in the past. That's... dead. And you want to know why I left? You want to know why I left you all alone? It's simple. Really. It's quite simple. Think of the situation. Really. Just think about the situation. There's on one hand... We have prison. Not really feeling that idea. Been there. Done that. Didn't like it. I wanna stay out. And on the other hand? Freedom. Much better. More appealing than prison. I think I'd rather take that. But from the way things were going in Ohio? You. You were slowing me down. We would have eventually had gotten caught and we'd both end up in far worse situations than we are in today."

Pausing for a moment. Staring Phoenix right in his eyes.

"Don't be mad Phoenix. Don't be mad. In all honesty... You should be thanking me. You should be on your hands and knees right now... Thanking me. If we would have remained together in that situation? We would have been caught. No lie. I honestly believe we would have been caught. But... since I took a different route and got the hell outta town. I managed to get away. And well.. You're here now. So obviously... You're not in prison neither. You seemed to find a way to get off the hook. Now... Thank me. Thank me for not being in prison right now."

[Joe Bruiser]

Bruiser stands to the side as Phoenix speaks.

Thank you? I should THANK YOU? WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO THANK YOU FOR? Do you have any idea what it took for me to get back to the Bingo Hall? I lost FIFTY POUNDS trying to get my ass back to the Bingo Hall. Do you know how much that affects my modeling? HUH? DO YA? Pfft, of course you don't. You never cared about anything else other then yourself. I believe EVERY word that you said about you running off because YOU were afraid to go back to jail. Let me ask you something INFAMOUS ONE, have you ever cared about ANYONE else other then yourself? I bet you even ditched your girlfriend before yall got to second base.

Everyone in the building just stood in a state of shock after what Phoenix said. Joe removes his sunglasses and thinks to himself.

[glow=blue,2,300]Dudes got more balls then Micheal Jackson.[/glow]

Phoenix speaks.

Yeah I went that far 187, don't tell me you forgot that I am NOT afraid to go that next step. Besides, after saying that I would of got us caught, its the least I could do without kicking you ASS.

Fans go nuts and start to chant PHOENIX, PHOENIX, PHOENIX.

Yeah I may not be a part of this roster, but you know me 187. Wait, hahahahaha I forgot you don't really know me. I can pull some strings to get WHATEVER I WANT, WHENEVER I WANT.

[glow=blue,2,300]Alright now Johnny, no need to go all BLAZE over him. So why don't we.......[/glow]

NO JOE, I have been waiting a LONG TIME for this very moment. NO WAY IN HELLLLLLLLL am I going to let him walk out of here without a fight.

[glow=blue,2,300]No no Johnny............[/glow]

Joe puts his arm on Phoenix's back and they both turn around and have a talk. In the middle of the talk 187 speaks.

[m]

187 simply paused at the mention of the word "girlfriend." He froze up. Blinded by revenge and hatred since he's been in this city, he had not even had a single thought about that. It hadn't even crossed his mind until just now. Kenisha... He hadn't seen her face since that night he was shot. She was there. Oh god... She can't be... That will be for another time. He played it off. Acting as if that didn't even phase even though it literally rocked him to his very core. He lifted the microphone up to his lips.

"You better hold that mothafucka back Joe. I don't wanna have to break his fuckin' face for talking reckless. We all know what happens to those who decides to act and talk reckless against me. They end up laying unconscious on the floor with blood leaking out. Keep that mothafucka away from me if you don't want a blood bath here."

The fans begin to cheer. They didn't care. They wanted to see some action. And for 187 to go postal on someone? That would be just fine with them.

"Hold that bitch on a short leash. Crying and shit about what happened in Ohio. Bitch please. You need to man up. Stop complaining about shit that happened two years ago. Two years ago damnnit. It wasn't even all that big of a deal. It really wasn't. Well, prison is a big deal. But what the hell? We'd probably only get a small amount of time anyways. It was just fighting and running from the police. We wouldn't have gotten too much time. Luckily, I sent some of my dudes down there to pay off whatever bail money I'd have to pay. But damn Pheonix... You starting to sound a little heart broken. Starting to sound a little emotional over the whole deal. Seriously... Was it really that traumatic? Were you honestly that shaken up by the whole thing? I knew you were weak, but calm the hell down before you end up throwing up in the ring. We need this tonight for the massacre of Joe Bruiser once again. If he ever decides to cut the bullshit, accept the challenge, and be done with it. Now take your ass to the back with the teacher, the judge, and the parole officer... Before I have to break another neck out here to prove a point."

He turns his attention to Bruiser.

"So what of it? You going to accept my match and quit with all these games? Or am I going to have to choke a bitch to get it?"

[Joe Bruiser]

I need a LEASH? Your saying I NEED A LEASH?

Phoenix walks back up to 187.

I think YOU.............

Phoenix points at 187 and his finger touches 187's chest. 187 knocks Phoenix's hand off of his chest. Phoenix throws the Mic and begins to throw a punch at 7 when Joe jumps in and tackles Phoenix to the ground. Phoenix tries to throw Bruiser off of him, but no luck as Joe is holding him off. Phoenix holds his hands showing he has stopped. Joe gets off of him and stands up IN BETWEEN 187 and Johnny. Johnny gets up and begins to point at 187 as Joe speaks while holding his left arm out to hold Phoenix back.

[glow=blue,2,300]Ladies ladies, Cant we all just get along?[/glow]

Phoenix yells something but you can't hear what it is. 187 yells back but also you can't hear what he said.

[glow=blue,2,300]There will be no fighting between you two tonight. Unless Miss Amanda Wallace has other plans.[/glow]

Joe turns and faces 187 while Phoenix receives another Mic.

[glow=blue,2,300]So how did you like your little THIS IS YOUR LIFE SEGMENT? Flashy wasn't it? Your 3rd grade teacher, the judge that sent you to prison all those times, your parole office, and even "The Hot Stuff" Johnny Phoenix. A time line of the life of Tha Infamous One 187. I found this quite fun and entertaining, did you guys.[/glow]

Joe holds the Mic out for the fans to scream into it.

[glow=blue,2,300]See 187, they did, now how come you didn't?[/glow]

Because his ass can't handle the fact that his life SUCKS so damn badly. You wanna Break my Neck 187? Then as Bob Barker would say, COME ON DOWN BITCH.

Joe shakes his head and holds his hand out.

[glow=blue,2,300]I don't believe that Bob Barker EVER said bitch Johnny. well, maybe when he GOT FARTHER THEN SECOND BASE with one of his beauties.[/glow]

Fans laugh along with Bruiser as Phoenix has an even more pissed off look on his face.

Did I ask you to speak?

[glow=blue,2,300]What?[/glow]

Did I stutter you fucking 70's hippie?

187 is loving this.

[glow=blue,2,300]Whoa whoa whoaaaaaaaa not why start with the name calling?[/glow]

THE HOT STUFF NEVER GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK FRO MAN.

The fans cheer.

TAKE YOU and your big ass FRO and high tail it on back to the back along with your new friends. I'm sure the Judge wouldn't mind slamming the hammer down and putting you in Jail after you allowed him get his ass kicked by 187. I'm sure that Mrs. fancy pants SLUT wouldn't mind teaching you a few lessons, and I don't mean SCHOOL lessons. Sounds to me like your going to need that Parole Officer. Good thing you and him acquainted already.

Joe gets into the face of Johnny.

[glow=blue,2,300]OHHHHHHHH so now I HAVE TO HAVE PERMISSION to speak? Listen here you GAY ASS HOMOSEXUAL, I don't take orders from ANYONE. ESPECIALLY not from someone like you you. Here is a section taken out of the Bruiser AUTO BIOGRAPHY. DO NOT TEST ME YOU SON OF A BITCH. There is a janitor at a local High School down in Miami that wishes he would of never FUCKED WITH ME. I beat the living daylights out of him with not just my fists but with a wrench as well. DON'T TEST ME MOTHER FUCKER. SO BACK OFF....................JACK OFF.[/glow]

The fans scream as Joe removes his sunglass and his robe. Phoenix smiles and speaks.

My my sounds like someone here has anger issues. ANGER MANAGMENT anyone?

Phoenix looks around the arena.

If you ask me Bruiser, you are no better then 187 himself. Using a wrench to FUCK UP a mans life. What in the hell did that man do to you anyways? Oh wait, sorry that probably brings back to man y bad memories of JAIL TIME and a mean ol JUDGE, and a Parole officer. Huh, sounds like you are EXACTLY like 187. Only difference is while 187 is still stuck at second base, your to busy LOOKING for first ba...............

Joe nails Phoenix right in the cheek with the Mic. Joe knocks Phoenix to the ground and he gets on top of him and begins to punch away on the Male Model. Joe is punching so fast that is hard to tell how many is landing and how many isn't. Meanwhile back at the ranch, 187 just stands making fun of both mean by pretending to be them and all. The fans are loving both shows at the moment. After about 40 seconds of Joe beating the fuck out of Phoenix, he picks him up and Book Ends him down onto the canvas. Joe also pushes 187 out of the way, 187 is now ol so very pissed off while Joe is in the middle of doing the 5 Knuckle Shuffle. Joe hits Phoenix with the 5 Knuckle Shuffle and then starts to kick Phoenix until he slides out of the ring onto the apron outside. Joe stands on the ropes and points down at Phoenix and screams at him. After that little scuffle, Joe turns around and is scared shitless by 187 standing right there in his face. 187 speaks.

[m]

*INFAMOUS PERMISSION*

"Well, well, well... This was all very fine and dandy... I actually... enjoyed this little shindig. It brought back some memories. Some very... very... very good memories. And this little display between two of my enemies was pretty much the cherry ontop that made this all worth while. But, you said that this little get together was over, right? Well, since my segment of This Is Your Life is over. Let me repay you Joe. Let me show you how much I appreciated this. Here's a little going home present you can take with you. Guess what my friend....?"

187 paused for a moment. Looking out to the screaming fans. He never did get that answer he was looking for. Before Bruiser could answer saying "What?", 187 cut him off.

"This... IS YOUR LIFE!"


Before Bruiser could react, 187 dropped the microphone again. The fans knew what came next. Kicked Bruiser directly in his stomach. Spun around and jumped up into the air. Grabbing that huge red afro head of his. And dropping him on his face with a one handed jumping cutter (Break Ya Neck). Leaving Bruiser KO'd on the mat. Just like the parole officer. Just like the judge. Now Bruiser. Broke his fuckin' neck. 187 pushed himself off the mat. Standing up straight now. The fans stood on their feet again. Cheering at the sight of 187 standing victorious again. He nodded his head. Looking out at them. Smirking. He reached down and grabbed the microphone off of the mat. Lifting it up to his lips, he turned to look at Bruiser.

"Now... I don't know if you can hear me now... Seeing as I just made you eat the mat.... But if you can hear me... You don't have a choice anymore bitch.... You... Me... Absolution...

With that said and done, he dropped the microphone on the mat. The sound of The Game - Murda plays over the PA system and out 187 exits the ring. The man knowns as Murda was back. GCW better get ready. Amanda and Candice, order some body bags. It's going to be a long season.

END