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The Hype Spits "Fiya"; Adressing all the haters
Topic Started: Jan 16 2005, 01:39 AM (84 Views)
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Halfway Crooks hits the PA and the fans let loose with a chorus off boos, the TNTron comes alive with images from Carlos Kane matches as the thumping base literally shakes the Pepsi Arena to its very foundations

[doHTML]<center>scared to death, scared to look</center>[/doHTML]
[doHTML]<center>They shook</center>[/doHTML]
[doHTML]<center>cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks</center>[/doHTML]
[doHTML]<center>scared to death, scared to look</center>[/doHTML]

A few moments pass before Carlos steps out from behind the darkness of the curtain and stands in all his glory upon the stage a mic in his coat pocket, looking left looking right the fans let there feelings be known, BOOOS ring out from the very tops of the arena to the ringside

[doHTML]<center>I got you stuck off the realness</center>[/doHTML]
[doHTML]<center>we be the infamous</center>[/doHTML]
[doHTML]<center>ya heard of us</center>[/doHTML]
[doHTML]<center>official Detroit City murderers</center>[/doHTML]

Carlos slowly makes his way towards the ring, stopping to have slanging match with various idiotic TNT fans that rush to the guardrails running off at the mouth, Hype feigns a slap which garners more heat from the crowd, security scramble towards the fracas

[doHTML]<center>You don’t know me, there’s no relation</center>[/doHTML]
[doHTML]<center>Detroit City niggas don’t play</center>[/doHTML]
[doHTML]<center>I don’t got time for your petty thinking mind</center>[/doHTML]
[doHTML]<center>Son, I’m bigga than those claimin’ that you pack heat</center>[/doHTML]

Carlos climbs up the steel steps and up onto the ring apron, he turns and faces the crowd that trademark smirk, he once again lets rip with tirade of abuse to the fans in the first few rows before casually stepping into the ring, he pulls the mic out of his pocket as Halfway Crooks begins to fade and all that is left is the thunderous heat from the fans in Pepsi Arena

CK: Yall be trippin! Hatin bitches. Ya just wanna be me, I got all the cars...I got all the money...and yall know I got all the bitches. Your just like every average joe backstage eyeballing the Hype, frontin like they know me, motha'fuckas droppin my name in promos, subliminal tryin to get some attention, they wanna be me using me a stepping stone trying to advance...Team Hype bitches take it like a motha'fuckin man!

Carlos delivers this with such arrogance the body language holding the mic at the very top spittin "hot fiya" the crowd are incensed massive boos rumble throughout the arena

CK: Yall be frontin! frontin like this Kennedy bitch. Come on now youve had your 15 minutes lets not get all dramatic demanding matches with THE HYPE. Bitch are you out of your god damn mind, you know what ill do to that sweet ass, Im Carlos Kane not some lil feminine pussy like that Maxine you got back there, gettin all emotional and mushy, Im the real deal sweetheart no imitations, im the innovator sweetheart taking the game to the next level, im the future, the franchise playa, the games most valuable player, belive the HYPE, ITS REAL

Carlos moves slowly to the ring ropes, leaning on them facing the entrance way mic in hand

CK: Now Max lets not get it twisted you aint no knight in shining armour, theres going to be no saving the damsel in distress. Lets get this perfectly clear boy, your a pussy an you have no business being even in the same building as Carlos Kane, any thoughts you may or may have had about sticking your nose in my business you need to think real hard if you like the air that your breathing, if you like the ground you walk on, coz if you fuck me with boy I will kick your ass up and down, left and right all over NYC. Motha'fuckas wont even recognise you when im finished have you looking like the elephant man eating out of a tube in the hospital, your a hater Max, you just wanna be me, you love my style, you faggot, you bitch, you fake, you couldnt come close to me even on my worst day.

The crowd erupt with boos, huge heat Carlos smirks from under that Hypewear hat, he backs off the ring ropes turning his back gazing out into the sea of humanity set before him, scowling, smirking soaking it up he feeds off the energy

CK: Now Ken...as my nigg* Pac once said "I aint mad at'chya" nah I aint mad, ima give you a choice Ken, a chance to right all your wrongs, a chance to prolong that 15 minutes, dont be stupid girl you goin against the MVP. Look in the mirror ask yourself "is this what you want?" the choice Ken, your future, YOUR CHOICE!! will be all down to you!

Carlos drops the mic and a loud fizz echoes on the PA. Halfway Crooks begins to play Carlos stands in the middle of the ring glancing left and right as the crowd boos the hell out of him
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Halfway Crook is immediately interrupted, grabbing Hype's attention and bringing an explosion from the audience as "Up Here" cuts in. Kennedy makes her way through the curtain to the cheers of the New York crowd. Kennedy stares Carlos down as she stands on the stage, microphone hanging at her side. Carlos just eyes Kennedy up, showing no intimidation in her presence. Kennedy shakes her head as she brings the microphone up to her lips.

Kennedy: Gosh. You're gonna let me decide my own fate? How generous of you. Are you this generous with all the ladies? If so, I can see how you got all the *making quotations* "bitches". But, you aren't mad at me? Wow. That is such a huge relief off my shoulders, you do not even know.

Hype is obviously sensing that Kennedy sarcasm. Because while he's not losing his cool at the drop of a hat, he doesn't like being mocked, and you can see that.

Kennedy: You can't believe the worry I had while laying on that floor with possibly a broken ankle. The worry I had in the back while I was being told I possibly had a fractured ankle. And the worry I had at the hospital when it was confirmed the ankle was only sprained. The only thought going through my head was "I hope Carlos Kane isn't mad at me". You know?

Hype's breathing picks up as the mocking continues, but is more intensified by the snickering heard throughout the arena. Hype snatches up the microphone off the canvas.

Kennedy: No, no, no, no!

Hype freezes in his steps, microphone at his lips as he just stares Kennedy down, waiting for what she has to say.

Kennedy: You had your time to play big man, it's time for the woman to speak now. So sit back and shut your mouth.

Carlos: You better...

Kennedy: Whoa, whoa, whoa! The big man has a hearing deficiency? I said sit back and SHUT... YOUR... MOUTH!

The crowd erupts as Carlos shakes, SEETHING! He looks left and right pacing from side to side. Kennedy just watches him with a slight interest, a smirk forming on her lips as she watches him pace in anger. Carlos stops, snapping back to face her.

Carlos: Listen ya little bitc…

Kennedy: Oh my God! Are you like freaking deaf? Need me to spell it out for you? Put it up on the big screen? Or roll it out in some "bling"? What's it gonna take to get through your skull?

The crowd erupt some more, they can't help it. Kennedy's insults are only intensified by the way it makes Carlos shake with anger. Carlos throws the microphone to the mat, sending about a huge POP throughout the speakers as the microphone is probably now dead. Carlos grabs a hold of the top rope, eyes burning straight ahead on Kennedy. This seems to satisfy Kennedy as a grin comes over her lips.

Kennedy: Very good. There might be hopes for the old dog after all, huh? So where was I? Oh yeah. You're not mad at me. And to prove that, you're allowing me to make a choice for this Tuesday.

Kennedy paces back and forth on the stage, using her thinky face to her advantage as Hype's angered orbs continue to burn into her.

Kennedy: Oh yeah, I already did. I made my choice when I requested the match. So looks like you got yourself a hot date for Tuesday. And it'll be your lucky night because on Tuesday… I will PUT YOU OUT!!!

"Up Here" blasts in the speakers as the crowd cheer on Kennedy's confidence. It's weird, it's like someone in back knew that was gonna be her last line. Kennedy turns towards the curtain but keeps her eyes on Carlos' just a couple seconds longer, sharing a staredown with her opponent before turning her back on him and exiting through the curtain.
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