You can't keep a Outlaw down (EGO, KILL, PETE)

[SLAM II]

"Rebel Within'" by Hank III hits over the pa-system and the crowd goes wild for their anti-hero, Slam II. Slam is sporting the usual black jeans with the legs tucked into his busted up boots, just a leather patched vest, a PBR in hand, and the white cowboy hat resting on top of his head. He also had the usual stoned stupid carefree smile.[/color]

-Jesse Ventura- "It makes me plain sick to my stomach, almost to the point of throwing up to see this druggie return to the AWA for Anything Goes! Sick Matt"

-MTMT- "Well the crowd loves David Slam junior and he puts asses in seats buddy"

Slam 2 walks along the apron of the ring and finally ducks under the ropes after a couple of smiles and waves. Once in the ring Slam 2 is given a microphone, which he dosen't go right into speaking instead he takes a few minutes to finish his beer. The music fades but the cheering gets louder.[/color]

-Slam II- "Again the deck has been stacked against your outlaw, by the hands of Timothy Draven! But yet I have faith because you crazy mother fuckers have faith, that DAVID SLAM JUNIOR WILL PREVAIL!"

The crowd goes wild in agreement![/color]

-Slam II- "With everything against me the lies, the corruption, and bold faced lies everyone now knows you can't keep a Outlaw down"

The crowd finally quiets down a bit and Slam 2 finishes his beer, belching while tossing the can.[/color]

-Slam II- "First I want to address that stupid big fuck Korey Kill, believe whatever you want asshole I really was going to stick my neck out for you but leave it up to Timbo D to bullshit us both! And you believe him, that is why I think you are stupid no one should trust a Draven....EVER!! My father did the same thing when he started his career and it put a nasty black smear on the Slam name, smarten up or the only kill anyone will remember is how you KILLED your own career"

Slam paces the ring now.[/color]

-Slam II- "Second person I would like to share a passing thought about is that Pete guy, you've been quiet so far and I think that is best route for all involved because well regardless I am going to be the winner of that ladder match a Anything Goes! To bad your first and only match in AWA history will be tallied under the loss column in our books"

The crowd laughed and Slam just smiled on.[/color]

-Slam II- "Lastly since he is sooooo fucking important is my long heated and only rival MJ fuckin' WINDSOR! Not a lot of dialog has been passed between me and you in a long time, and for some odd reason I just have the urge to say FUCK YOUUUU! Pal at Anything Goes, I will be in the main event where I do plan on kicking your ass one good final time to set it in stone I AM THE LAST CHAMPION and I AM FUCKING BETTER THEN YOU!"

suddenly....[/color]

take it away somebody....

[MJ Windsor]

Voice
Mr Windsor has instructed me to come out on his behalf and to let you know that he will be out in a moment.


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The attention is drawn to the stage, Slam looks on unimpressed as Chris Sonner stands there looking pretty uncomfortable
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Slam II
So you’re Windsors bitch messenger now Sonner? What happened to the reporting gig?!

Chris Sonner
I just do as I’m told, I have bills to pay just like anyone else and I need this job, any job whilst the AWA is running.

Slam II
Could be a dangerous job though Sonner, being on ‘Team Windsor’ means you’ve got a target on your back.


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The fans give out a cheer for this, not that Sonner is a ‘bad guy’, but he is a bit of a coward and they love to see Slam kick arse.
Sonner looks around at the cheering fans, his face begging them to stop.
Slam inches towards the ropes, looking ready to put on a show for the people but before he steps through he stops
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MJ Windsor
Hold there you bloody redneck and have some patience!.


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MJ Windsor comes walking out, putting on his suit jacket as he appears on stage, he talks to Sonner off mic and then points down the ramp, having ordered Sonner to walk in front of him to the ring.
Once at ringside Sonner stalls, but MJ pokes him in the chest and orders him to get up the stairs and to open up the ring ropes, which Sonner begrudgingly does.
The fans are booing as MJ enters the ring, Slam backs up a couple just to make sure is in a good position should he need to strike. Once again MJ barks orders to Sonner off mic, with the result being that Sonner stands in front of the former 4 time awa world champion and between him and his nemesis, Slam II. With that being done, MJ address the stoned outlaw
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MJ Windsor
Your mother really did fail to teach you any manners what so ever didn’t she?..

…well, assuming your mother even stuck around after you unfortunately dropped out of her?

Firstly let me explain that Chris Sonner is standing between us not because I am in anyway afraid of you, but simply as human filtration device. You see Slam, you stink and so I decided that Sonner can stand in front of you and hopefully your stink will hit him first meaning less of it will come my way.

Now, just because you had decided to come out to this ring and run your mouth didn’t mean I was standing backstage just waiting for my Q. I was in fact in the middle of a very important business meeting with your boss, Mr Draven!..

You see, between now and January 29th I have been given the task of organising a show, something to keep everyones interest in the AWA and something to show whether or not the likes of you still have ‘it’…

…so in the next few days you will be finding out just who I have select as your opponent this show.

But, that’s not what I came out here to tell you, I came out here to remind you that at the moment you are nothing but a part of the opening card act for the big show, ‘Anything Goes’…

…Timmy has booked you in a match against two people whom I know nothing about and have no interest in learning about, but I am sure they are more talented than you and therefore when you fail to win your curtain jerker match your time in an AWA ring will be well and truly over…

…there will be no triumphant return to the main event and there certainly will be no crowning of you as the AWA World Champion because it will be me, MJ Windsor who will be standing in this very ring being presented with the championship belt by Timothy Draven and I will be the very last symbol of excellence in the AWA...

…Slam, there is no fucking contest between me and you, your time at the top of the mountain has been sporadic at best…

…I on the other hand had the world championship in my position for almost half of my time here in the AWA. The only time I held that belt for less than one hundred days was when I had Anthony Jordan riding with me, now we might have agreed to let bygones be bygones but the facts speak for themselves, when I was on my own I dominated the AWA, since 2008 I have been the face of this company, I have travelled the world carrying the AWA on my shoulders, I have beaten everyone there is to beat and I have set untouchable records in attendance, merchandise and championship reigns…

…I deserve to be the last crowned champion in this companies history, you Slam, you deserve a pat on the back for doing better than anyone ever thought you would but that is it…

…you surpassed expectations but even that was not very hard for you to do considering the fact that you were expected to be a floor sweeper at McDonalds…

…I was always expected to be the best and I did it ten times over…

…no one, especially not you, is going to stop me from claiming what is rightfully mine at Anything Goes…

…I will be the last champion standing and ill kill you before I let you ruin it!


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MJ’s intensity has risen and he pushes Sonner to one side as he steps closer to Slam, waiting to see how he responds.
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[SLAM II]

Slam 2 only smirks and he takes a step closer towards MJ, the crowd is going wild knowing these two have a history of extreme hatred for each other![/color]

-Jesse Ventura- "Chris better do his job and step between those two men! PROTECT WINDSOR YOU IDIOT!"

Chris looks back at the announce table and shakes his head, then quickly exits the ring. Slam and MJ are a microphone lengths away from each other.[/color]

-Slam II- "Blah, blah, blah MJ it is the same old bullshit with you! Me, me, me, me is all I or anyone here ever gets from you so I say fuck you and all that bullshit that you deserve this!"

Slam 2 begins to poke MJ in the chest, knowing that this is going to begin to piss him off but he wanted a fight! The crowd cheers in agreement with Slam 2.[/color]

-Slam II- "I'm going to be seeing you in the main event MJ because Korey Kill nor that Pete guy are going to stop me! Talent does not warrant you a winner always MJ I mean look at me"

Slam 2 gives a stoned stupid smile and holds up three fingers.[/color]

-Slam II- "I am a 3 time fucking Undisputed World Heavyweight champion! I beat you for the Hardcore belt! I HAVE NEVER BACKED DOWN FROM YOU OR THE CONNECTION!"

Slam takes a step back, he is pumping now. MJ flips his microphone in his hand getting mad.[/color]

-Slam II- "I've also put plenty of asses in those seats out there! I have sold tons of merchandise! The pockets of your fuck face father have been lined with money that MY FACE has got him because THESE FANS want to see ME SLAM FUCKIN' JUNIOR EVERY NIGHT!"

Slam reaches into his pocket pulling out a joint and pops it into his mouth.[/color]

-Slam II- "But because I smoke a little weed and don't really have a wrestling background that makes me some type of...of...of....FUCKING LOW LIFE ANIMAL?! WELL fuck you again MJ"

Slam fires the joint up taking a deep hit and then blows the smoke into MJ's face smiling.[/color]

-Slam II- "No bitch I think you need to know I will be in the main event and if you are man enough you will want to EARN and FIGHT for your right as the last Champion of AWA! Not take that coward way out like you usually try and have it handed to you like a fat spoiled brat kid getting a piece of cake, but then again I have always thought you were a BIG.....FUCKING....PUSSY! Unlike you I will earn my spot in the main event I'm not afraid to do a little work, because I plan on stealing THE WHOLE SHOW!"

Slam then pushes MJ, then again, then again and smiling the whole time and puffing pot smoke! The crowd is in a fucking crazy roar chanting FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT![/color]

-MTMT- "MJ must be LIVID right now as Slam is pushing him and taunting him!"

-Jesse Ventura- "I think the man is about to snap! BEAT HIS FACE IN MISTER WINDSOR!"

Slam 2 is now in MJ's face, what will MJ do?[/color]

[Whitey Ford]

::"Under and Over It" by Five Finger Death Punch hits the PA system instead of further confrontation, and both of the World Title contenders slowly turn to face the entrance ramp. The crowd lets out a chrous of boo's as Whitey Ford doesn't make anybody wait, slowly walking out onto the stage with his face buried in his hands. Draped over his shoulder is what appears to be a gold title belt, but a few moments later its clear its just a plastic replica. Whitey looks up from his hands with a look of irritation on his face, adjusting his fake title and shaking his head. It doesn't take long for his music to cut, but Ford still has to wait for the crowd to quiet down as he pulls out a microphone.::

Jesse Ventura: I'd like to say I know why Whitey is coming out here...with what appears to be a fake title belt...but I really can't say I do.

MTMT: Me either...this is strictly business between Slam II and MJW.

Whitey Ford: Well, I must admit something, Slam, as you know I've been on a pretty honest streak as of late. I was going to come out when you first got out here, well before when MJW dragged out Chris Sonnier as his fuckin' human shield. The drunk stoned idiot schtick has been done a million times over, and has been done by the best of the best...namely me. Your ripping off the last ten years of my career, but you wear a cowboy hat and tuck in your pants like that actually means your an outlaw. Thats the ONLY difference between you and the old me. Its unoriginal and down right embarassing to watch; sort of like your old man.

::The collective breath of the crowd is sucked back in, and Slam takes a few steps towards the ropes, keeping quiet for now.::

Whitey Ford: But then I started thinking; I SHOULD be out here. Why, you might ask, if your not too busy ripping off someone elses gimmick by now? The way I figure it, the AWA World Title belt is pretty much a toy. Just like the one over my shoulder...it means jack shit because all I did was walk into a building, take it off a shelf, and walk out. To ME...thats sort of what MJW is doing. Came back into the AWA, and was given the title to just walk out with. Sure, he might have to fight David Slam...but thats akin to fighting a child.

::Whitey Ford now has MJW standing at attention.::

Whitey Ford: I think your afraid, MJW! Your afraid of being shown up on the AWA's last dance. Your afraid of losing the title, and your afraid of stepping into the ring with guys like Croc, Ripper, Ryan Green...and God forbid you'd have to go toe to toe with me, because you know deep down in your chest that I'm better than you.

::Whitey lets the plastic belt drop from his shoulder and into his hands. He gives it a long look.::

Whitey Ford: So, boys, I just wanted to let you know that your both cowards. That belt belongs to the best wrestler in the AWA, not the fan favorite and not the one who shows Timmy Draven how little gag reflex he has. And because your not putting that belt up against someone truly worthy of holding it...it has just as much meaning as this fucking toy.

::Ford drops the plastic belt on the entrance ramp, and turns around on his heels, heading out back through the curtain with both his middle fingers flying high.::

[MJ Windsor]

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MJ has a slightly puzzled look on his face as he turns to address Slam
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MJ Windsor
I never, ever thought i would say it but there goes someone who is more fucked up in the head than you!


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MJ looks back to the entrance for a second and shakes his head in disbelief before turning back to his rival
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MJ Windsor
If he thinks Timmy is going to do anything like that he really has no idea what running a successful show is all about. The only way the investors and Timmy are going to make their money back is if the tickets sell out and the tv buys are off the chart and that is only going to happen if the people know that the right man will be crowned the final AWA World Champion!


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the fans reaction tells a different story as they boo at this suggestion
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MJ Windsor
You see Slam, they boo me but they still pay to see me.
And you might want to tell everyone that i keep telling you the same thing about how it is all about me, about how i am the very best and about how i deserve every great thing that comes my way...

...well your damn fucking right i keep saying it, and thats because it is true but also because i do not get half the fucking respect i deserve from you, the ungrateful boys in the back or these benefit cheats watching us right now!

this company was on its fucking knees in 2008 and i brought it back to the mountain top, im the reason all the marquee players started flocking to the AWA, because i made it the place to be and what do i get for all of that? I get you, some jumped up shit who has no business even being in this ring talking to me like im nothing?..

...im MJ WINDSOR YOU LITTLE PRICK...



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MJ is getting rattled, but he stops himself before he boils over and calms himself down
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MJ Windsor
...i am MJ Windsor and thats all the reason i need to give to justify my spot!


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the mic is lowered as MJ looks into Slams eyes before turning around and heading toward the ring ropes to make an exit
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