slap me! <>White Ford/Anarchy<>

[Ryan Green]

<>"Just Be Good to Green" by Prof Green plays out inside the awa's historic arena, the audience members band together to greet the former awa world champion, Ryan Green with a sound of confusion, boos and cheers mixed together as Green walks out onto the stage. He is dressed in jeans and a 'Go Green' t-shirt.
Ryan Green heads down the ramp, not involving himself with any of the fans on the way, he rolls under the bottom rope and takes up a spot inside the ring and is handed a mic as his music fades<>

"did some poor bastard die in here or do you lot just smell like friggin death?"

<>this gets the majority of the audience booing, not that Ryan Green cares.<>

"now im sure it is probably just the fact that you stink, there is a chance that a number of you have died of bordem owin to th fact that Whitey Ford was out in the ring havin a match earlier on, that would tip anyone over the friggin edge"

<>this gains a few laughs<>

"im not out 'ere to make you laugh, i am out here to see if Ford wants to make one more trip down to this ring tonight?
because in case you idiots have failed to notice, im main eventing next week, against Whitey Ford, a man who has decided that to get ahead in this business he has to move to the dark side, well more fool him. You see Ford is being a bastard just for the sake of it, because he finks it'll help his failure of a career.
Not so, you have to be born like if Ford, you have to have been a complete mother fucker from the day you was born, and i know full well that you was about as threatning as a butter knife for the vast majority of your career.
You think that slapping some tart who i took to bed one night is going to bother me? You think you have got some kinda mind games on the go? No way sunshine, im the real fuckin deal, im the biggest bastard in the awa and when you care about nothin and no one, then you got nothin and no one to lose and that means i always win!
so come on you wanker, get out here right now and at least give me somethin, any friggin reason to believe that your gonna even make me brake a friggin sweat on monday night!"

[Whitey Ford]

Whitey Ford: Y'know...that sounds like one hell of an idea.

::Ford's voice over the intercom elicits a mixed reaction from the fans in attendance, and Green just smiles, assuming he's going to get what he requested. Whitey walks out onto the stage with no music, wearing his regular jeans and a plain black shirt. As with the last time we saw his face, Ford's eyes are bloodshot and red, and his jaw always moving, just slightly. Whitey smiles at the crowd, shrugging off that reaction and focusing on the real reason he came out.::

Whitey Ford: See, what your saying makes sense, I suppose. I SHOULD come down there and show you that I'm 'worthy' of being in the ring with you. I should kick your teeth down the back of your throat just so you know that you'll 'break a sweat' during our match. I should do it so all of my LOYAL FUCKING FANS...

::Ford sweeps an arm towards the crowd, and they give him hell, not taking kindly to the underhanded remark.::

Whitey Ford: ...That I can hang with the likes of a FORMER AWA WORLD CHAMPION! Yeah, that sounds to be completely goddam reasonable, Green...except I don't have a motherfucking thing to prove to you!

::Green smirks again in the ring, begging to differ. He walks over to the ropes and sits on the second one, making a clear path into the ring if Ford chooses so. Green goads Ford on, but the latter just shakes his head in disgust.::

Whitey Ford: You hang on to this one accolade of being a former AWA World Champion. I find that impressive...for about five seconds, before I realized that you won the title when this federation had about five active superstars on the roster, and two of them were retarded! Punks like you don't impress me, Green. When I was champion and on top of my game, before I started spending my time crusading against the bad guys and trying to do whatever the fuck the fans wanted me to do, I was going up against top notch competitors every night just for fun, and I was winning! I gave Sheldon Reese his first loss!

::A cheer for the name drop from the crowd, but Green doesn't look like he gives a shit about Sheldon Reese, if he even knows who he is.::

Whitey Ford: I beat Croc for the championship, when nobody else could! I put on a wrestling clinic with Chris Holtz and came out on top, in a match that will go down in history as one of the best of all...TIME. So when you brag about waltzing in and taking the title from a group of practical nobodies and being the best in the AWA, forgive me when I say thats like bragging about being the smartest kid with down syndrome.

::The breath is sucked out of the room for a moment before the fans boo Ford once again. Whitey has seemed to have had enough of the fan's reactions, and walks closer to one of the guard rails, yelling at the people massed there.::

Whitey Ford: JESUS CHRIST! Fine, if you don't want me to talk, maybe I'll humor you idiots one last time! Do you want me to go down to that ring and slap the ever living shit out of Ryan Green?

::For the first time in many minutes, the fans explode with approval, and Whitey nods, starting to walk down to the ring. A determined looks is on his face, and Green is more than ready for him as he stands in the middle of the ring, looking to tackle Ford as soon as he gets inside the ropes. Whitey is about to grab the bottom rope and pull himself up...when he stops. A devious smile crosses his face.::

Whitey Ford: You know, Green...I'm a pretty experienced veteran of this game. And the one thing that I learned over these years is that you can't underestimate anybody...anywhere. No matter if its a shit talking aussie, wanker...whatever slanted speech country you come from. I always learned...to be prepared.

::As Ford is talking, a giant of a man has vaulted one of the barricades, knocking a security guard down with a forceful shoulder block. The man slides in the ring, towering over Green from behind. Going for what would be a knockout shot with a big boot, the man charges Green...but the former AWA champion senses danger and ducks at the last minute, laying big right hands into his would be attacked. The big man is dazed by the unexpected turnaround, and is put up against the ropes. Green rockets to the other side of the ring, looking to hit the ropes hard and return to clothesline his attacker over the ropes. But Whitey has taken the distraction as an opportunity, and slides in right next to his ally and catches Green off guard with a full tilt spear! The fans are raining down a chorus of boo's and ire, and Whitey is laughing almost uncontrollably. Both he and his massive cohort start laying the boots to Green, and Ford orders Green to be picked up. A few seconds later, and Whitey has Green up and in the air, slamming him down on the top of of his head with a Backtoss Piledriver! Ford chuckles a bit more before retrieiving his microphone, both of the attackers heading up the entrance ramp.::

Whitey Ford: When you wake up and watch this tape to find out what the fuck happened to your night, Mr. Green...I want you to know that this is Goliath. He's my ace in the hole...and you'll be seeing a whole lot more of him.

::Ford heads out back through the curtain, the fans still jeering at the both of them as the show cuts to commercial break.::