Unfinished Business [Invite]

[Adrian Taylor]

~Change the lights to a red hue and cue the sound of "Lose My Mind" by Young Buck to hit the speakers. The attention of the audience focuses on the ramp where public enemy number one, Adrian Taylor, was stepped out from behind the curtain. Instantly, the crowd booed at the sight of him. Word travels fast in the wrestling world. They already didn't like him here in Las Vegas. That just made his job a little easier. Won't have to explain to the nimrods in the audience what he's here to do and why he's going to do it. He didn't waste any time heading down the ramp and up the steel steps onto the apron. His eyes scanned the crowd as he had walked. They were yelling at him. Calling him names. Waving signs that called for justice for the young indy wrestler, Travis Black. All the love that he had once welcomed had gone completely out the window. He was just being who he was on the inside. If people didn't like the real Adrian Taylor, then they can go choke on arsenic. He didn't care anymore. He was tired of playing the hero to these people. There's only so much one man can take before he just breaks. Oh well. Adrian climbed through the rope and walked to the other side of the ring. He demanded that one of the ringside staffers get him a microphone before he wrung their scrawny little neck. Immediately, a microphone found it's way into Adrian's hand before he started to step backwards and used his free hand to wave across his neck. Signaling for his theme music to be cut, which they did on cue. He stopped in the middle of the ring and paused for a moment. More screams from the audience. He just cracked a smirk at them and nodded his head. Then he lifted the microphone to start speaking...~

"I can't believe my ears. I mean, I really just can't believe what I'm hearing. I have not even begun to speak and you people already decide to criticize me for what I've done. Why? It's not me who has changed. Oh no. I've been the same guy for years and all I do is give you people what you pay for. I do one thing you don't agree with and all of a sudden it's a complete 180? I'm the bad guy? I'm the villain? I'm the one you don't want to be your kids' role model?"

~More negative reactions from the fans, but Adrian just shrugs his shoulders. He started to laugh to himself. These people... He lifted the microphone back up to continue...

"Heh, heh, heh. Well, I don't give a damn what you people think. I'm not one of these pathetic and pitiful excuses for a waste of space who decides that they'll just bend over backwards for a few smiles and cheers. I'm not some kiss-ass who walks around with a brown nose to get to the top of the mountain. Nah. I've fought and clawed my way from the bottom. And I've only now realized that I've been fighting for the wrong reasons. I've been too busy trying to please you people that I haven't done anything for myself. And you know what? It ain't happening. Not anymore. From now on... I'm going to do what I want, when I want, how I want, and there ain't a damn thing that any of you people can do about it."

~He pauses again as the fans boos start to get louder. Adrian extended both of his index fingers and started to swing his hands through the air. Pretending like he was conducting some sort of symphony and the crowd was his orchestra. Their booing was music to his ears. Dance, puppets, dance. He stopped and turned his attention toward the stage.~

"Keep singing, fools. 'Cause right now? I've got a little bit of unfinished business and a little birdy told me that someone else is in this company that has a bone to pick with me. Why don'tcha come on down already? I know you're back there, pal. Don't keep me waiting..."

~Adrian lowered the microphone and kept his eyes focused on the stage. Waiting for the man that the boss lady had told him was here in Sin City Wrestling. He had unfinished business to settle and he was planning on taking care of this little war once and for all.~

[Kenji Katana]

G5 sitting on the runway | Big ass chopper: call that bitch Beyonce
This for my dawgs locked down all day | Money, power, respect: 3 the hard way

As his theme hit the PA System, the crowd wasn't too ecstatic at the man that walked out, but they were confused on what to do at this point. Some booed, some cheered, he had even heard a "Travis Black Him 187!". Ignorant Fools. As "Rollin'" continued to play, Kenji continued a slow saunter down the ramp, watching 187 who was just grinning. Why? He wasn't sure, but Kenji was sure of one thing... He needed to turn that smile upside down. Sound ass-backwards? Maybe so.

Climbing into the ring, Kenji grabs a mic and walks up to 187, standing face to face with him, ready for whatever came next.

I do have to applaud you on one thing Adrian. You've finally realized, that what these pawns in the audience say, and think, although some of them aren't smart enough to think probably, Doesn't matter. They pay their hard earned money, to see US compete, we don't do anything but beat the hell out of people. Something you and I are both used to. Bottom line, as much as they may hate me,and more recently you, they pay money to see us. THEY are the idiots here.

Boos from the crowd, he turned around and flipped them off before continuing. Seemed like they had finally chosen a side, and the ones who hadn't, we stupid enough to do so.

But don't take that for a false sense of security, I still hate you with a passion, and we still have unfinished business. As you can see, I've changed a lot, but the one thing that hasn't changed, over the 10 or so years I've known you. Is the fact that you? Can't beat me. We have a LOT of history. Death, Gangs, Drive By's, the whole nine yards. But throughout all of that, we've only had ONE one on one confrontation, one that the damn Compton PD was so kind to break up. I had you on the ropes back then, I can do it now. So my only question is, what kind of match do you want Adrian? Pick your poison.

[Adrian Taylor]

~Adrian arched an eyebrow and pointed to himself. Kenji was actually going to let Adrian pick tonight's match? Fate is such a mysterious enigma, isn't it? What could he expect from a foolish fool who sounds more foolish than he looks? What was the deal with the Mohawk? And the dragon tattoo? It was gone. Probably good he got it removed. That gang he brags about so much was such an embarrassment to organized criminals everywhere. Probably got tired of getting his ass kicked all around California. Adrian simply pointed to himself and started speaking with a surprised tone in his voice...~

"Oh, really? Me? You want me to pick how I will victimize you tonight? Not really the smartest decision to make on your first night in this company... I figured you would say something like that. You see... I don't know if you noticed that giant cage dangling above our heads when you were coming down here. And I know these fans were far too damn lazy to stop munching on those stale ass hot dogs to tilt their heads back and look up... So let me just point it out to you so we're all on the same page."

~Adrian walked around to stand next to Kenji. Then he pointed up at the ceiling of the Wildcard Arena. He lifted the microphone up and continued with...~

"Yeah. You see that? That's a cage. That cage also has a top on it. That top on it will make sure that you won't have the ability to duck and dodge me anymore. I know, I know. It's scary. The thought of being stuck inside of an enclosed space with me... And the impending crime scene I'm going to create here tonight... It's a little much to handle, isn't it? I mean, coming from Wonderland and smoking all that funky junk got you thinking you actually had a chance in defeating me. You, my bitter enemy, have been nothing more than an irritating rash that I've just yet to run to the store for ointment to rid you."

~Adrian moves away from Kenji, keeping his eyes focused on his enemy. He kept his microphone close and continued...~

"But I can no longer put off ending your miserable existence. We end this tonight. No more distractions. No more hiding. Tonight, you're going to die Dragon Boy."

[Kenji Katana]

I'm going to die Adrian?

Kenji looks up at the cage on top of them. He looks at it for a good 10 seconds, and then closes his eyes. Which probably wasn't a good idea seeing as his mortal enemy was standing next to him, ready to rip his head off. As soon as Kenji opened his eyes though, he seemed.... different.

Hah. Good one ol' buddy ol' Pal. Just because you're different, doesn't mean shit. You got a new hair style, a shitty one by the way, put on some new threads and all of a sudden you're Super 187? NO!

The yell reverberated throughout the arena, and the suddenness of it shocked everyone. Everyone quieted down, while 187 still grinned.

Wipe that smile off your face you fake ass gangster, before I do it for you. 7.... you aint shit. You really think your cockiness is gonna pay off tonight? No. It's not. Tonight 7, the only death, is gonna be the death of this little feud. Because when I beat your ass from pillar to post inside this ring, and you are left on the ground, bleeding, looking at the headlights, crying for mamma, oh right that bitch is dead, you're gonna have to face the fact, that YOU AREN'T BETTER THAN ME SEVEN.

Stepping in 187's face, Kenji was calm, but pissed at the same time. Doesn't make sense? Not surprising.

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[Adrian Taylor]

"It's called a breath mint. Try it sometime."

~Adrian took a step back, waving a hand in front of his face. Gah. He could smell it from afar, but up close and personal like that was just too much. He wished he had a stick of gum he could offer Kenji as his last meal, but unfortunately, he was fresh out of charity to end the plague of halitosis he's faced with.~

"Anyways... What were you saying? Oh, yeah. Better? You honestly think this is about being better than you? Oh. No. Not at all. If it was a competition of who was better? I'm in a much higher class all by myself than some lowly thug who still picks up the crumbs I've left behind for you to feed yourself and all those pathetic Dragons you keep surrounding yourself with."

~Adrian shook his head and pointed at Kenji.~

"No. This is about something a little more personal than me just standing here and one upping you all night. I mean, if this was a pissing contest to see who was the better man... Well, I'm sure... With as much of a bad taste as I leave in these fans mouths... Both in and outside of the ring... They'd still vote that I was the best this industry has seen in years. No. This is about destroying that which fills my soul with so much hate and anger that ending your life would not even begin to make me feel better. It's a start, but it is nowhere near the twisted little fantasies I've had of peeling the flesh from your body and letting you watch as I begin to remove bit by bit, by bit of your body. But that's something me and my therapist need to work out."

~Adrian shrugged his shoulders. His eyes drifting off into the crowd to see the reaction from the crowd. Yeah. They looked disgusted. The visuals for that would probably make them spit up those stale hot dogs they were eating.~

"And I bet you're going to make some crack about my brother... Or you'll make some crack about my mother... Or whatever predictable little quip you've got in mind to respond with. Whatever you say... It's not going to phase me, Dragon Boy. No. Not this time. I'm going to focus all my anger and rage on destroying you both physically, mentally, and emotionally until you're nothing more than a shell of your former self."

[Kenji Katana]

Your brother? I wasn't even aware that you had a brother Adrian. I can't even fathom the possibility of your mother having another child after mothering you. Hmmph. Maybe she just shoulda swallowed.

The crowd, although they still hated Kenji, laughed at that part.

But enough about your cum guzzling mother. Adrian, those "fantasies" you had of me, while that may seem kinda weird for a man to be having fantasies about another man, will not be coming to fruition tonight. Tonight, the only thing that dies, is this little though you have in your head that you're better than me, in any way shape or form. When I kill you tonight Adrian, I hope Zhafaria has the LAPD, the ComptonPD, or whoever she wants to call ready..... because tonight? It's gonna be a bloodbath.

And with that being said, Rollin' plays again and Kenji takes his leave, leaving the final chapter in this rivalry to be decided in a matter of hours.

END.