Tiger By The Tail?{Tiger}

[willow]

Well, here he was. Charlotte, North Carolina. A place he could be comfortable in. Not too much hustle and bustle of the big city that is New York. He liked New York to an extent, but the south was where he was more at home, of course. Nothing could change that. No one could change that. The Night of Champions. He did well. He did better than he thought he even would. One of the last people to be eliminated in that battle royal for the National Championship. But the way he was eliminated was bothering him. Late Last Night by Cross Canadian Ragweed struck over the PA system and the crowd burst with excitement as Billy came out on his trademark John Deer lawn mower, not in his usual mood. He drove it down to the ring, stopped, and turned the ignition off. He slid into the ring, walked over to the side of the ring near the announcer's table and requested a microphone. Upon receiving one he moved to the center of the ring and motioned with his hands for the music to stop, once it did, he rose the microphone to his mouth.

"Alright now! How y'all doing?!"

The crowd popped somewhat loudly. A cheap pop. But a pop all the same. A smirk crossed Billy's face.

"So, I'm guessing you all saw that there Night of Champions. Didn't go to well for ol' Billy, now did it? Ah, well, ya win some brawls, ya lose some brawls. Congratulations are in order to XXL for winning that Battle Royal. I'm not too worried about losing that thing to be perfectly honest with y'all here. I'm more pissed off at the fact the way I was put out. An attack from behind? Come on now, Tiger. You can do better than that, now can't ya? Show these people you ain't no coward, that ya can scrap just as good as the next redneck in this place. Why don't you get your ass out here right now and we'll settle this, fist to fist, no one around to distract me, no way you can get a grip in from behind."

More cheers from the crowd, obviously they wanted to see that go down.

"Of course, if you don't want to... I can do us all a favor, come back there and grab you by that nappy head of yours and drag you out here. I'm sure these people would looo-ooove that."

Billy lowered the microphone briefly, looking towards the entrance of the arena, awaiting for Tiger to appear.

[tiger]

...and "Payback" begins to blast over the PA as member of The Entourage step out onto the stage. Standing in flamks they cross their arms as Tiger Jackson steps out behind the with a mic in hand and a smile on his face.

Lemme holla holla holla at 'ya, playa. You wanna talk about gettin' taken out from the back, Hutto? I thought that's what you rednecks did to the cows in the barn when nobody's looking!

And the crowd roars in boos at the comment.

All is fair in love and war as the saying goes, and you...you just need to pay more...attintion to yo' bearings the next time around. Tigger J shouldn't be even givin' you the time 'a day, cowboy. Since I was the last man out, I SHOULD be the first man up for XXL and that National title...but he's probably busy boning that hot blonde bitch of his, so imma give you whatchu want.

One on one, me and you tonight in this pig-stuy they call Charlotte.

The crowd can noe be heard yelling "F**k you Tiger" and clapping.

Whatever, bitches. There ain't gonna be no behind the back shennanigans this time, though. All there's gonna be is me striaght...up...bitch slappin' yo ass.

[willow]

Billy shook his head, the overall arrogance of this person was just disguisting. But, there's always types like that. Always running their mouth. Well, if he was like all the others, he'd get what was coming to him in the very near future. Billy rose the microphone to his mouth once again.

"Well, ya know, Tiger... I'm surprised you came out here and answered me so quickly. Of course, I see you had to bring your running buddies. That's to be expected. Too much of a coward to come out on ya own, now ain't ya? Don't matter none to me, I'm not gonna come at you until the match. Which brings me to ask... How should we do this shindig?"

[tiger]

W...w...what'd he say?

Looking to his boys with a look of surprise he asks again...

This foo' is dissing on me? Tigger J, Tiger Jackson? You callin' me a coward? We come from different walks of life, my non-negro brotha.

See where you from, you might be into that whole "shootin' a fair one" crap. But when you from the streets, you take whatever advantage you can get ova the next man. If that means hittin' 'em while they down or while they ain't lookin', that's just how it's gonna go down, ya feel me?

Now...he we gon do this? I say straight up and down style, one-on-one...so I can give you the Pimp Hand...

Looking now to his gold ring wearing right hand for a moment...

...fair and square as you so eloquently like it to be.

[willow]

"Hahaha. What's the matter there, Tiger? Can't handle the simple truth can you? We're going to do this thing tonight. And good luck trying to slap me when you're on you're stomach gettin' tied up like a hog. Or maybe I'll just make you a bit S-Faced. Which'n one ya want? Don't matter to me..."

Billy smirked and tossed the microphone over his shoulder, stepping towards the ropes and pointing towards Tiger, the crowd cheering loudly at the match that had just been made between the two men and the cameras themselves fading into a commercial to promote Burger King.

~Fin~

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