Get bloody used to it!

[Gavin Drake]

The fans cheer as Kanye West plays, and Gavin Drake heads for the ring in his standard custom made suit. He slides inside, adjusting the Hardcore Title on his shoulder before he calls for a mic.

"This week at Anarchy, Jake Andrews and I are going one one with the saddest tag team with since MJW and Croc! The saddest bloody thing you will see in this ring since the Powers Project."

The fans cheered, and Drake snorted as he walked back and forth. Then he lifted the mic, adjusting the belt on his shoulder before he continued. "I am talking about the Myth Marcus Cooper, and his bloody meal ticket Mr. Green!"

The fans booed at those names, and Drake smirked. "The only bloody thing Mythical about those two is their claims to have any talent between them. Yeah? Well, they are about to be bloody exposed as two midcarders who just got lucky, right then?"

The fans of course agreed, and Drake chuckled. "Lightning struck once, and they beat the Affliction. Lightning struck twice, and somehow Green blundered his way into the World Title. Well, mate, you think it is gonna strike a third time? Because I am taking back my AWA Tag Team Titles at Anarchy!"

The fans exploded, and Drake sneered towards the back. "And you lot, better get used to it! Because Green? Cooper? After I beat the piss out of your arses? I am going to take that AWA World Title away from your degenerate clutches!"

Drake grinned, and he adjusted his belt before he continued. "Yeah, so at Anarchy take the time to get used to it, mate. Because very soon? I will be a bloody triple champion, right? And you will be back at the bottom of the bloody card where you should be."

[Ryan Green]

"Excuse me twat face but thats quite enough bullshit from you, its time for some home truths!"

<>the hardcore champions attention is drawn to the entrance and the good feeling amongst the audience soon shifts to bad as the main man in the awa, the reigning tag team and undisputed world heavyweight champion, Green, steps out onto the stage.
Green has his tag belt over a shoulder and the crowning glory, the world championship belt around his waist, unlike Gavin Drake he is not decked out for a dinner party, Green is dressed in dark blue jeans and a black ralph polo shirt.
Green heads down the ramp, reaches ringside and climbs the steps, entering under the top rope he places a hand on the tag belt to keep it in place before joining Gavin Drake in the middle of the ring.
Like it or not, these two men ruled the roost on the awa<>

"You are a former tag team champion and you currently hold a belt that i chose to pass by!
You beat a team who had no place being in the awa for the tag team titles and you lost them to Marcus Cooper and I.

Now, as i just said, i defeated you and that bloke Brian Shelby, who i can only assume has been handed his marching orders and who is now making fried breakfast in a greasy cafe somewhere.
Following that i beat Joel Frost within in an inch of his life and i put him out of business, to the point that he had to tuck his tail between his legs and frig straight off out of the door, basically meaning i defeated Joel Frost for the awa world championship, and then, then i defended it successfully against the man you have been paired with, Jake Andrews.
And you seriously believe you two have a flying shit of a chance against Marcus and I?
Your off your fucking head!"

<>the world champion takes a step forward and the fans lean forward as they wait to see what might happen<>

"Fact is, you, along with everyone else in the back, including the old timers like Croc, and jealous.
Jealous of me because im what it is all about right now, and it is going to remain that way for a very very long time.
I did what you could not do, i beat you to the top and you have thrown your toys out of the pram and i have done what Croc will never ever do again and thats win the world championship.

I am 'IT', it is my time now and what you need to do is get in line and just be thankful that i passed you by without breaking your freaking neck!!!"

<>Green is right in Drakes face, the champions of the awa are head to head and the fans are waiting with baited breath!<>

[Gavin Drake]

"You are certainly it, mate." Drake muttered, then smirked. "I a not sure what 'it' is, but you are definately 'it'."

Drake snorted, adjusted his Hardcore Title before he sniffed. Then he shook his head. "Smell like it too, yeah?"

The fans cheered, and Green snarled something as Drake waved a hand before his face. Then he sniffed, chuckling before he continued. "Listen, you by-passed my Hardcore Title because you realized you had no bloody chance to win it! And you wouldn't have won that bloody World Title, mate, if that big fat arse Mikkey and his two Oompa Loompas hadn't have bloody cost me my qualifying match, right?"

The fans again cheered, and Green shook his head. And Drake snorted, smirking as he wagged his finger. "Then instead of beating Joel Frost to win it? You beat a guy who was thrown in the match because Victor Carver drew his bloody name from the Baron's nazi hat!"

Green grit his teeth, looking ready to blow. And Drake shrugged, adjusting his belt on his suit clad shoulder. "Bloody hell! You didn't even take Frost's arse out, he bloody threw himself through a table! You're taking the piss, mate!"

The fans were eating it up, and Green was furious. He shook his head, cursing at Drake. The Blood of Kings smirked, then lifted his mic. "Then you sit here and you run your mouth because you pinned Shelby? Are you bloody mad? You are taking the piss! I have put your partner on his back more times then I have your momma!"

Green dropped his belt, and then he swung at Drake. Raining punches on the Hardcore Champion before Drake started to fire back, his punches rocking the World Champion backwards. Then he threw him at the ropes, leveling him with a huge clopthesline as the fans went wild.

Green started to rise, and Drake waited for him to rise. Then he went for the Echelon, but Green scrambled to the outside. Gavin Drake scooped up the World Heavyweight Title staring at it, then he smirked before he threw it to the outside. The fans exploded, and Green fumed as Drake grabbed a mic.

"Yeah, right then! Listen, Green, and you bloody listen good! I am Gavin Drake, Blood of Kings! Better then! Yeah? And not long, I will be the first bloody triple Champion in this company!" Green screamed, shaking his head as Drake leaned over the ropes. And he smirked, nodding as he continued. "Next week? I am taking those tag team titles back, and then? I am taking your bloody World Title!"

[Ryan Green]

<>flustered and pissed off, the awa world champion screamed at a ring crew member to get him another mic, and it was soon in his hand.
Green gripped his two title belts in his other hand as he backed up the ramp, looking to the ring and Gavin Drake<>

"Your lucky that im not in a fighting mood at this moment, i will allow you to continue with your delusions of grandure for a little while longer.
But on monday night you are in for a beating, one so bad your never going to get anywhere near MY world championship!

Oh, and Drake, its 'mother' not 'momma' you friggin twat!"

<>Drake looks on, a little suprised at Green ignoring the actual insult and being more concerned with how it was spoken.
Green backs up the ramp, keeping an eye on the hardcore champion<>