Better Days (WAR)

[Da Gangstas]

Nick Torres sits in a chair against the wall in his hotel room in Memphis, the sun lighting the city up and peeking in the window next to him. The World Champ in blue jeans and a Westsiders Edge shirt with his hair down. He turns leaning against the wall, his left arm resting on the back of the chair, then Nick says.

Two matches last week and one for the World Championship against old Havoc, oh, I mean Horrible Harold!

He grins as if he let the cat out of the bag, then shakes his head laughing and says.

I whooped his ass almost as easy as Michael Moretti who should probably think of a new career. Even the jobbers are more challenging and a good job by the GM for not trying to screw me. Though he did get in the way of my boot, luckily Smokey was doing his job and covered for the GM.

A look for no care across his face and Torres moving on says.

So after last week ya may think the World Champ deserves a break, a rest, and depending on Jenom's mood, maybe this could be, though Stacy may have a problem with what I got in mind!?!

A smirk on his face and Torres saying.

Though ya did try to win last week, your a ferocious little hot honey Jenny, but your about to step in the ring with the World Heavyweight Champion come tomorrow night! You better be on your A game, be focused on kicking my ass cause no race, gender, creed, blah, blah, prevents me from kicking the ass of any female. Its why I had no problem last week, because I am always ready for any challenge and honestly Jenny, your more of a challenge than Moretti and Harold combined. You lost a fatal four way last week, but that's why they call it FATAL four way. This week though you got no one else to take the fall for tomorrow night you get beat one on one by the best SEF has to offer, by the man around here, by Nick fucking Torres, your World Champion!

A a cocky grin on his face as Nick just keeps calm leaning against the wall. His eyes staying focused and after a couple breaths he says.

As good as Xanthus is, he had a rough road to recovery and is just now getting back into a groove, maybe!?! Jason and John, alright boys who could make something of themselves if they apply themselves right, so we'll see. But fact is that none of them are at my level and neither are you Jenny for I am number one!

He flips the middle finger up from his left hand, then relaxes his hand saying.

I got you read honey and on WAR your just another casualty, you learn just another way to die and the Westsiders Edge grows steeper and steeper. The more ass I kick the harder it is for anyone to climb up and kick my ass for I only get better and better. Jenny, try if you must, but feel the Gangstas Edge you will and don't fret, I'll let ya come home and play with my pet!

An arrogant smirk comes over his face, then Torres stands doing a crotch chop before walking out of view letting the sun lit city of Memphis take over. The dawn of a new day awakens and will eventually fade into black.