Post by Church on Jul 8, 2011 22:08:59 GMT -5
June 26
"That mother..." Church pulled his fist back and slammed it down onto a catering table. "FUCKER!" The HardKore champion was fuming after his earlier run-in with Immanuel Taylor. After a lifetime of fighting to be a champion, Church's championship belt had been stolen less than two weeks after he'd won it. The boxer from Baltimore was on a rampage, slamming and smashing anything and everything that he ran across backstage. After the table, Church's attention turned towards a crate holding production material. Bell let out a guttoral scream and flipped the crate with ease. As the Asylum crew members scurried away, Church turned his attention towards the table again and pulled his fist back once more.
He took a deep breath and decided not to punch through the table. Instead, he craned his neck around to notice a few straggling production members who hadn't ran away just yet. "If any of y'all see Immanuel Taylor...tell that 'bama bitch to get right with God...'cause don't nobody fuck with Church."
And Bell disappeared down the hallway, leaving a the crew shaking their head at the mess he left them to clean up.
Earlier today...
Tyreke Bell sat backwards in a steel folding chair. His heavily wrapped hands hung over the top of it nonchalontly and his eyes were peering forward at a stationary camera. The fresh faced boxer cleared his throat before he addressed whoever may be watching.
"Last week, Immanuel Taylor made the dumbest mistake of his life. You think the boy would know better, growing up in Bodymore. See, me and that boy, we from the same hood. Taylor must not have paid attention growing up, though. Growin' up in my hood, everyone learned the rules of the game quick. You don't snitch unless you wanna get got. You don't double cross unless you wanna get got. And you don't steal from a nigga that's badder than you...least you wanna end up face down in an alley. Now, this Asylum ain't exactly part of 'the game'...but a man from Bodymore should know how one of his fellow men would act if they got thieved from. Maybe it just happens that Taylor don't think I'm a badder nigga than he is...but if that's the case, that 'bama got a real short memory. At Retribution, I laid a boy out and took that twenty pounds of bling he'd been carryin'. If that ain't make me badder, I don't know what does."
Church leaned back a bit in the chair, his gaze becoming less seething and more relaxed. "Maybe Taylor think that his ish on the last show makes us even...but that's just a man lyin' to himself. It took Ashen and Bull to tire me out before that boy even jumped me...or else the story woulda been the same as the first time. So, for a few weeks, I been thinkin' to myself...why would a man from Bodymore, who done been whooped once, attack a better man than him and not expect to get got? Man...answer's simple; he wouldn't. Taylor must be in a bad place...because what that man did to me can only bring a world of hurt right down on his head. I know it. He knows it. I think he wants it. I plan to be takin' my title with me by the end of the night...by any means necessary. So Immanuel, if you watchin' right now...you might wanna think long and hard about the ish you saw go down growin' up in Baltimore...and ask yourself, you want that brought to your doorstep? If so, Church got the means...but I warn you, you might wanna think twice before crossin' Tyreke Bell again."
Tyreke stood up, pushing the chair aside and looking down into the camera.
"As for this week, it looks like I got myself a handful without this Taylor drama goin' on. I got a match with a man who likes to drink, fight, and win. Any other night, I'd be givin' Thor props and wishin' him well. But this week? This week, Brett Cross ain't even know the kinda rage I'm bringin' to that ring with me. I know, I know...Church is the underdog tonight. Cross is the locker room leader and the Lionheart champ...blah blah blah. Truth be told, that ain't even on my mind right now. I just wanna go out, get me a win, and show these boys in the back that Tyreke Bell ain't nothin' to fuck with."